Suffering Teen

by X Harlea X   Aug 23, 2009


Waking up at night,
Like a man without sight.
Panting and sweating like its hot,
But she really saw the world she forgot.

Mama yellin and the baby's screamin,
No time for play; gotta search for something redeeming.
Wondering if she's become the girl from her dream,
Oh that poor suffering teen.

Laying down her head to sleep,
She got pulled into something deep.
As she dreamed soft and sweet ,
She realized she was the suffering teen.

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