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Author: sweets555
Fiction Rated: K - English - Angst/General - Reviews: 5 - Published: 02-07-08 - Updated: 02-07-08 - Complete - id:2472994

It's a Bereavement Thing

Why must you treat me differently,

Because of something that once happened to me?

Secrets of loss thrown under rugs,

While you grasp a stained coffee mug.

Sweet smile adore painted lips,

Full of useless coping tips.

You flinch from my honest glare,

Can you really think this is more then I can bear?

You think that because of my age,

I am full of an unsatiated rage,

Because I am so young,

I can't deal with what fate has sprung?

If you think I don't understand,

That the world won't cater to my demands,

Let me introduce you to the life I've learned to live.

I will take any punch Fate has to give,

I'll look you in the eye and tell you exactly what I need,

I know the side effects of greed,

I know what it takes to make myself happy,

I know when I need to let things be.

I know if I want someone to be there,

I realize sometimes your heart has to tear,

There is so much more still to come,

And you think my life is just now coming undone,

What happened was a tragic time,

But it's not enough to trigger a fast decline,

Into a pit of perpetual bleak,

Please do not insinuate I'm weak.

Maybe you need to truly lose,

Before you understand these views,

The strength that comes from losing,

I admit it is confusing,

Don't judge based on what you hear,

That's just not right my dear.

We got into a discussion today about how people today don't/can't deal with death. I think I'm in the mood to work on my Project. So it's time for the personal questions no one who it applies to will ever answer:

I'm not the only one who feels this way? Right? Because sometimes when people hear about how I lost my mom I want to punch them in the face until they get that I'm normal too. And I love my friends, but there are some things they just aren't helpful with if they don't know what they're talking about. But I can't take a bunch of adults telling me what I'm feeling. So really, it seems to me, like if my friends and family are out...who else can I talk to?

If any of you aren't sick of my ramble/babble/whatever it is, PM me please.

Mels-I've got research to do.

Review, even if you're just telling me I'm losing my mind.

Sweets555



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