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I didn't go too school today.
My mom didn't let me.
She sent me to see a therapist.

I couldn't help but let that one tear fall from my eye.
My dad didn't say anything,

He just looked disappointed.

I felt betrayed.

I thought my dad would actually care and ask me 'why?',
Apparently not.

I turned around and walked out of the room.

Would it be funny if I told you I could read all the,
emotions she's feeling through her eyes?

I guess what they say is right, 'We try to hide our feelings, but we forget that our eyes speak.'

What if I told you she couldn't get me to utter a single word?

When the time was done she just smiled at my parents and said,
"it's a work in progress."

Am I really a 'work in progress' ? I thought I was,
Broken beyond repair...

One thing I know is that only you will be,
Able to fix my broken pieces.

I have no one who believes in me.

My one hope was my dad but,that changed.

When I returned home, I went straight to my room and painted.
I painted a girl crying and I thought of myself while painting it.

I think in a way I feel the same way as the girl.
When I painted the eyes I thought about how the pain
In my eyes would look like.

I just wish I could have a normal life.
A life where everything was going my way.

But, then I think....


Do I actually deserve a normal life?

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