by Lara La Bryer

brought up in drugs
nobody cared
brought up in abuse
always scared
grew up with teasing
did nothing wrong
the same stuff repeating
the same sad song
searching for help
it just gets worse
rubs off on you
born with a curse
try to make it all right
live through the day
sleep through the night
thrown when you weren't wanted
ends at 18
always another
started with your mother
memories of hate
nobody cared
weaker than others
always scared

Written June 9, 2001, 2:40 pm
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