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My parents
Since the day I was born
And before I began
My parents have loved me
Been my biggest fans
When I was a baby
So small yet so loud
They tried to make me a lady
But I was too proud
I loved mud and dirt
And I love it today
I often got hurt
I was reckless at play
When I got older,
A preteen at last
My actions grew bolder
Left my parents aghast
I thought I was right
and never was wrong
I always would fight
With an attitude strong
My mom was so patient
My dad was so wise
Had long conversations
Tears poured from my eyes
I tried to fit in
To world unlike me
But couldn’t win
Had no dignity
I lost who I was
Sold it for a fake girl
Didn’t know how to trust
Felt so alone in the world
Still, my parents were there
When I was so full of hate
They showed me they cared
that their love won’t abate
Without them my life
Would have ended long ago
I would have picked up that knife
And let myself go
They’ve taught me and lead me
Through my worst and my best
Through my tears and my pain
They’ve taught me to rest
To trust in the Lord,
Let Him lead me in life
Growing deep in His Word
See His love in my eyes
They always make sure
That I know I’m enough
Help me to mature
So for them, all my love.
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I struggle with severe anxiety and depression. I used to cut my wrists from the pain and anger of being constantly told I'm not enpugh and that I'm broken because of the things I struggle with. Please read my poem about my parents.