Poetry by Sabrina

Wanting to have the Man near but he is out of touch.

In love with a guy who doesn't realize how perfect you are for each other…but it may be to late…

I love the way I feel when I'm with you, the way I smile when I think of you. To be honest, I love you.

Just because I am growing up, doesn't mean I don't want to be your daughter. I have done many things I am not proud of, but I am still your blood.

Most girls know what it's like to really like a guy, but they think of you as a little girl, or their little sister. I liked a guy who thought of me that way, until I left my computer running and he read this poem.

I was having a hard time with everything going on, so I thought I would write a poem, and this is what came out.

I really liked this guy. He is a total sweety. But I messed things up with him by not telling him how I felt. Turthfully, I didn't know how. So I wrote this poem.

My family and friends used to call me an angel. Not for looks, but for the way I could always help someone out of their troubles, and the way that I could always keep a smile on my face. But the other night I couldn't. I realized that I tried my best to help other people with their problems just because I didn't want to deal with my own. I thought the only way I could tell people that was to write a poem. And this is what I came up with.

You know that feeling that you get when you think you love someone? Or when your falling in love for the very first time? Those are the feelings I got towards this one man. I've liked him since day one. When he finally asked me out my insides turns to lava, I felt like I could fly. unfortunately it was the wrong time for us. We were both way too busy with our own lives. So no matter how much it hurt me I had to end it. To this day we are still very good friends, and not a day goes by that I don't wish that we were once again together.

When I was 4-7 years old I was being raped. I tried to tell someone but they thought I was just crying wolf. Those things that had happened wrecked my childhood. I was scared of everything and everyone, and I hated myself for letting it happen. But I realized deep down inside, I had the strength to end it all.

Why do people hurt the ones they "love"? My father is very abusive. He would control my every move, beat me if I did anything "wrong", or just because I remind him of the way my mom looked when she was my age. All it did was make me sad and angry, and I felt like I was about to blow. This poem describes exactly how I felt.