The Darker Days
We all go through tough times. Sometimes I have to look back on those times to really appreciate and be grateful for where I am today.
Hiding (Written November 14, 1998)
If you can't tell from this poetry
That I do not like my family
I hope that you aren't a poet
Because these rhymes really show it
My parents, they are divorced
And good grades my dad forced
I was always everyone's angel
But my life was really hell
I kept all this hurt locked up inside
And from my family I would hide
Cause I was afraid if they knew
I would lose all the good things too
One day I finally let it all out
And I began to scream and shout
Mow my friends say I'm hard on myself
But I'd feel weird not on a shelf
I guess in ways this hardship began
To make me into the lady I am
I'm nice to all and have many friends
And that is how my life story ends
My Dad (Written Jan 29, 1999)
I'm afraid of what might happen
If I go and tell my dad
Will he yell at me again
I know that he'll be very mad
I'm tired of all the hurt he caused
I remember and it makes me sad
Sometimes I don't think I can be happy
I'm used to everything being so bad
I know that sounds strange
But I am used to that kind of dad
ME (Written February 19, 1999)
I want to ask what you think
But I'm afraid of what you'll say
And I don't know how long
I can keep it all inside
Sometimes it gets better when I drink
Then my problems go away
I'm not at all strong
I don't know if I can still hide
My friends say I need a shrink
To help me get through the day
All I want is to belong
At times I wish that I had died
I have more problems than you think
And for them I have to pay
The way I act is wrong
I should have spoke before I cried
Hurt (Written October 3, 1999)
I can't take this anymore
That is why I left
I hate when he gets like this
That is when I cry
None of this is necessary
I wish he would die
Why can't he just understand and stay out of my life
I don't want him to tell me what to do
Or who I can talk to
He can't keep me from anyone or anything
When will he realize
Noone cares to stop until Andrea cries
They don't care how I really feel
Or how what they say hurts so much
It's not fair to say those things
Will you ever care
My life is my business - stay out
Tightrope (Written June 25, 2000)
It wasn't until recently that I realized
Just how thin the line was between love and hate
And I walk this line like a tightrope
Never knowing which way I might fall
Or if there will be a net to catch me
The balance I once had is gone
And at any time I could drop to my doom
As I think of myself falling rapidly down
I wonder why I ever tried to walk the line
What good is coming of it all
Who is waiting on the other side
Cold (Written March 17, 2002)
Cold wind blows the rain in your face
The world is damp, dark, and scary
Sometimes I think I might be afraid of the dark
I hate to be alone and cold without a friend
This lonely place is like my own living hell
I wonder why I stay around like this
Driving myself crazy with each ad every second
I want to get far from this place and time
To lose my memory and start a happy life
Find my one true love and happiness
Never look back on the bad times
Forget the people and memories that hurt me
To feel a happiness so great would be heaven
But I know that it could never happen