This Is For You, Stranger

by miranda miller   Sep 26, 2007


This is to my friends at school
To the kids who think they're way to cool

To the child who cries all alone
To the teachers with the harshest tone

For my parents and their new lives
For my father and his messed up wifes

This is for my body's precious healing
For my hands and others meaningless stealing

For my therapists having to listen my way
When all they see is a fat payday

For the screwed up drugs with no name
For no reason why they came

For you choosing to read my worthless rhyme
I'm sorry it took you worth while time

I know only one knows my childhood tale
But they all know I'm weak and pale

They want to know what happened to me
I'm not who i was suppose to be

I'm suppose to be a beautiful young girl
The one who has gorgeous dresses to twirl

Now I'm some worthless, broken thump
Who lies in her old clubhouse in a lump

I'm sorry to the boy who actually loved me
I'm sorry hes the lock and I'm the key

I'm sorry it wont work out
For my head is filled with worrying doubt

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