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I wrote this poem when I was 12 years old... I wrote it right after my mother had said some horrible things about my father. (They divorced when I was 8). I remember listening to her say these awful things, running up to my room, crying, feeling like I had no one... It was at that moment that I began to write... And 8 years later, I still write my feelings. I'm thankful that my mom said those things, now.. Because I have grown from it. I have learned how to express my emotions... 

Although this poem WAS written by me at 12, and it is kind of sloppy...it still means everything to me :) I dedicated it to anyone who has divorced parents:.

Truth

Why is the truth just coming to me now?

I'll listen, and try to understand, somehow.

All along, I've ignored the truth, pretending you cared.

And why is it that truth was the ONLY one that stared?!

The truth hurts me so much, it makes me sick.

It's always laughing at me for falling for its trick.

I'm not living a lie.

I refuse to break down and cry.

Even though truth is still here,

whispering in my ear,

telling me what's real.

I space out everything around this place...

Then reality smacked me in the face.

You really don't care...

The truth will always be there....

Tomorrow will always hurt