This poem describes my high school years. I hated my life. I had a mother who abused me and i finally left her. My grandmother took me in but it didnt erase the pain i felt. During high school i started to use drugs marijuana, dust cleaner, balloons, and alcohol. I was also ditching school almost everyday to drink and party. I thought if i did all this it would erase the feeling i had against my mom and would finally make me happy. Well it didnt help and it made my life worse. I regret all that ive done but these actions made me a better person today. I am glad i had these experiences as a child to make me a better adult.
Life is passing me by
I feel a pain stabbing at my heart,
one of my memories trying to rip me apart.
I try to hold on and keep myself together,
but I feel myself becoming light as a feather.
lighter and lighter as I fall down,
until I almost hit the ground.
then I stop and start to see,
my most beautiful memory.
when I become my own enemy,
then a moment is freeze-framed.
until all my emotions have been tamed,
now I sit and start to cry.
because all time has passed me by.
Monique Nicole Moreno
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