Confused and Abused [Part I]

by KJ   Jan 25, 2008


Here's a story of two girls...

One lost and "confused"
The other hurt and "abused"
Both looking for love to satisfy their pain
Waiting for sunshine to overcome the rain
They pass one another each day
Looking not speaking, fear of not knowing what to say
But one day confused finds courage...

Days become weeks and a month ends
Confused and abused have become the best of friends
They spend each day talking with laughter
Forgetting about the world, their lives of disaster
Their hearts are now experiencing joy and love
But it wont be long before their bitten by the reality bug

The home of abused is merely a home
Her father an alcoholic, her mother gone
Left to fend for herself with no other family to go to
Alone and afraid with no one to help her go through,
Trying to find something even if it's only a little clue...

As the days pass confused notices abused skin
Black and blue bruises not only out but within
Her smiles have become frowns and her laughter has ceased
Not knowing what to do, not wanting anyone to see
But confused shrugs it off as if she doesnt notice...

After days of no abused, confused pays a visit
Only to find a paper on the door saying one word: Evicted
Fear takes hold of her heart as she contemplates the situation
"Where did she go?" she cries out in desperation

PaSsIoNaTe kIsSeS

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  • 14 years ago

    by P00ki3B3ar

    Awwww how sad it made me cry i love the kind of perspective you put it in
    it was differenti like how you ended it with her getting evicted rather than she killed herself it was diff. beautiful poem 5/5 cant wait to read the next part

  • 14 years ago

    by ReBecca

    Oh booboo! This was awesome! I love how you use the analogy of emotion to represent a person.!! This is just the first of your stuff I have read...gonna send you a message though.

  • 14 years ago

    by Ken

    This was way pass good the choice of words were perfect....when can i see part 2?

  • 15 years ago

    by Marc Ortiz

    This types of poem isn't really my type. But it was a very good poem. I'm not used to reading 5 line per stanza but I guess it suits this piece. Anyway It hink it flowed well. I think to improve this you should work on the punctuations. Like in the end put (...) it adds impact in my opinion.

    Anyway that was just a suggestion. Good job on this poem.

  • 15 years ago

    by iloveyouandrew

    This is a meaniful poem, and very true. I know where your coming from because I myself used to be abused and its very hard...Great useage of words..Good Job :]