Tramatized!

I've disgraced my family once again,

I want to die, and I'm not even ten,

I think about it everyday in shame,

Nothing will ever be the same,

Second grade, just eight years old,

Why couldn't I stay a little girl,

A woman forced into the body of a child,

Burdens pushed on my back by the pile,

I always felt like it was my fault,

I locked my feelings,my secrets in a vault,

Then one day, purposely maybe, I left it open,

I think I wanted someone to look in,

So just maybe it would all end,

But now my pain is my only friend.

By gloria N.        03/03/05