Life is hard
You get up and get knocked down again
Again and again
Why is it that things must be this way?
Tears rolling down the young girls face
Her mother just died.
You mean 11 years ago?
But the pain is still there
She sees it everyday in her own face
The face that's aged with 17 years
Years full of tears, arguments, and harebrained schemes to get her dads attention
Maybe even his affection and 4 words from his mouth
"I'm proud of you."
She's never heard them
She's happy just to get a hug
One longer than 7 seconds
You know, if she's lucky
People tell her he tries
"Your father doesn't know how to show you he cares."
"He really does love you. I promise."
She's heard it all
She has no one
Friends too busy to say hello
Family on the other side of the country
If you want to include the ones that don't talk to her
Her brother doesn't even do that. But he doesn't depend on her anymore either
Or talk to her
Or say he loves her every night like he used to
It's the curse that comes with teenage years
But she'll be gone soon
Off to college on a single parent salary
And a gut full of fear as she leaves the house she grew up in
She knows she'll get used to it
But it's all a vicious cycle
She gets to start over
Then work harder than everyone else only to fail
She'll cry and stay down for a bit
Then get back up to try again
Life is hard...