Her
She was colder
Even when she was sober
I was older
But she was the poster child
Our parents consoled her
Held up her shoulders
It's like they had a controller
She was bipolar
They closed her off
Had the neatly stacked manilla folders
They had officially owned her
They stole her
Pushed her in a stroller
She was a soldier
I told her to become her own owner
To finally get closure
I coached her
while they wrote her
And tried to approach her
Even though I lothered her
I saw how they controlled her
I found my composure
After they disowned her
We found closure
Together
In the middle of sunny October
After years of being pinned against each other
We finally realized the love that we had for one another
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love cassie:)
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It's okay to not be okay
PoetryA look inside the messed up brain of a teenage girl who always says "I'm fine" but who isn't lying when they say that two word line? A collection of short poems about many different topics Some of these poems are based on true stories while others...
