8 years

by Sarah Hotard   May 26, 2004


For 8 years I was held.
Held in a prison with no bars.
I was not your average girl
I was up against the world
and I thought that I would be off better dead
People constantly screaming
slamming doors
Friends always on my back
rather then on my side.
We fought for our right
to be heard
only to get shoved aside.
Like walking on glass
We never asked to be excused
My parents worked so hard
to put me in a place
where I'd be safe
The day I graduated
I felt like I was releived
a prison sentence gone
although I did nothing wrong.
But all to that place
I've become who I am
a stronger person
who has there faith

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