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Family According To Carrie
We live in sin, in facts untrue
Our goal in life is to undo.
Sword of misery bares our shame.
We work to make the lion tame.
Our biggest fear, an unknown boy
Used, misused, abused, a toy
Two other boys who are like twins
Who came about from wicked sins.
A young man keeps me chained
When there is nothing to be gained
And I, a teen without a past
The one that always come in last.
Interesting word choice and depicted imagery. Your flow of words are the rapid tears streaming down your now rosy face. This poem gives you a tissue to wipe your wipes and blow your nose because you're not in last, but first because you haven't let your pain kill you. You're taken it to share as splendid poetry. God bless you and take care.
this is incredibly well written.
i can see your passion in the writing,
very nice job