She has everything I'd want.
She loves her family,
Her family loves her.
She is beautiful,
Skilful and funny.
Isn't she so wonderfully lucky?
And I am stuck,
As the mess on her shoulder.
My cold tears running dry,
With her family photo,
Sitting a few feet behind me.
She has a regular happy life,
And I'm who she feels obliged to care for.
I'm jealous,
Her family's picture is perfect.
Mine, it's still shredded,
Covered by shattered glass on the living room floor.
I wish my family were pulled together,
Like hers.
I wish we had a family picture,
As truly happy as hers.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
