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Only Fourteen

Monologue

By Rowan Finley Published 5 years ago 1 min read
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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.

sad poetry
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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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