I have a past but

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I have a past but don't we all
I have done things I'm not proud of...
Scarred a child and I am the reason for her invaded
childhood memories pain and suffering took candy from
baby.

I have skeletons in my closet I need
to confront them but how?

I have sinned abused drugs and alcohol
but the screams get louder as i press mute
harder my pain and agony only worsening
I need to face this but how do I look in the
eyes of that broken doll I broke her
how do I put the pieces back together
before they cut someone

Looking into the eyes of the child I
burned a hole in The past can't be fixed
the hole is there

But the silence is screaming louder than
that child

I have to stop running and hiding from
my demons the more i run and hide
the bigger the stronger they get
Foot steps getting louder and closer
louder and closer
LOUDER AND CLOSER
LOUDER AND CLOSER!!!!!!

SHUT UP!! STOP!
I scream but they only get louder

They start off whispering
you're a bully Samantha
you're a bully Samantha
you're a bully
YOU'RE A BULLY
YOU'RE A BULLY
you caused a small child pain
at their most vulnerable moment
When they needed their cries to be heard
you just caused more tears. Why ?

Because you're a coward
Stop throwing more dirt on the
past can't be buried or hidden
it can only be faced

All you can do is give a petty apology excuses
just try and fix what you broke
how do you fix something if you can't see what piece goes where

Time to fight these demons to try and put
a smile on that young girls face
I'm so sorry I hurt my self more than
what I hurt you I was a kid I was going through the same thing
I was getting picked on too I should have never been so
cruel
SHOULD HAVE ! COULD HAVE !! BUT YOU DIDN'T SAMANTHA
YOU'RE A BITCH!

But now I come humbled with my head to the ground just
to begin this new journey with an
I'm sorry kid

-Samantha Quinones

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Comments

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

very heartfelt poem
we all have done things in the past we are not proud of
we take responsibilities as people and reflect on the mistakes committed
learn from it and grow wise
your poem clearly expresses the pain and sorrows, but comes another chance to live again
keep writing your poem, great job
i can relate to the pain and sorrows-check my poems out

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