Move On

Always the last one to be picked on a team

So frustrating, I wanted to scream

Not pretty enough to be asked to the dance

Staring in the mirror, hoping my chance

Waiting for the phone to right so someone would ask

But as always, I was last

Don't understand what's wrong with me

I'm fun loving, my spirit free

Heartbroken friends not what they seem

Although they were never mean

I guess I was supposed to be alone

Many night I say by the phone

I've decided it's time to move on

Hoping for long term friendships is gone

I can't change the past this I know

What's done is done, need to let go

I think about that time in my life

Now I am a mother and a wife

It's helped me become who I am today

There's nothing left for me to say

Time to go forward and move on




Poetry by ternic2005
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Written on 2017-08-23 at 23:25

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Kathy Lockhart
So many have it rough in their young years--their childhood, teenage years--and it is hard to look back on. However, those times can help make us stronger, more empathic, wiser, more sympathetic, more helpful with our own children and others as well, as time passes. You have brought this to mind by this poem. Thank you for posting. kathy :)
2017-08-24