I am only fourteen,
but there is a lot of hurt and pain I've seen.
I've been forced to do things,
thus my story rings.
My family acted like I was a mistake,
their smiles and teasing make me feel fake.
I wish every day that I didn't have to feel this way,
my heart and soul just continue to decay.
Many days I would be okay if I didn't wake up,
but most days I have no such luck.
It just seems like there is no one that I can trust,
meanwhile my heart and mind continue to rust.
Then I found a pair,
who made me stop and stare,
because I intuitively knew they had been through a lot,
so I asked them to pray for me on the spot.
I felt love from them and genuine concern,
they would counsel and guide my life I would soon learn.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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