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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Life
[time] => 2004-08-17 14:22:38
[hometext] => An insight to how my life has unfolded over the past 21 years.....
[bodytext] => At the tender age of one, My new life had just begun, I was amazed by this big wide world, A sweet & innocent baby girl. The terrible twos came next, Which left my parents feeling vexed, Kicking, screaming tantrums galore, As I threw my little body on the floor. But at the age of three, I no longer wanted to be sat on a knee, Running about all over the place, Like I was competing in some kind of race. Four was the next age up, I was still like an excited little pup, All blonde hair & cute smiles, People admiring all the while. At the boisterous age of five, I was like a buzzing bee in the hive, Ready & eager or my first day at school, Already wanting to break the rules. Six I loved being active & playing with dolls, Running around had not yet taken toll I was enjoying my years of being a child, Getting away with acting a bit wild. Age seven I saw life as a bouncy castle, With no hurt, pain or hassle, Attending friends parties & eating cake, On Sundays me & mum would bake. As I turned the age of Eight, I was ready to leave my parents gate, Thought I was grown up & ready, But still I slept with my cuddly teddy. Nine is where my problems started, My biological mum & earth departed, I was no longer a happy bunny, I felt quite strange & very funny. Ten I was becoming more of a handful, Developing the temper of an angry bull, Attitude had changed, I wasn’t the same, Never again would I be silently tame. When I was of age eleven, I wanted to go to heaven, I became the victim of abuse, My soul began to run out of juice. By the young age of Twelve, Into drinking & sex did I delve, Staying out really late, My head was in quite a state. Thirteen was for me so unlucky, My parents had to be very plucky, After I was raped I was put into care, I didn’t think anyone was really there. Fourteen & the drinking worsened, I was far from being a loving person, Filled with hate & pain & fears, That has tailed me for so many years. As my age grew so did my rage, Fifteen I was, another turn of the page, All I wanted was cigarettes & alcohol, In my mind this was everyone else’s fault. Sweet Sixteen wasn’t what so ever sweet, I felt the world fall at my feet, Mum & Dad didn’t want me nor this kid’s home, Now I felt like I was truly alone. At Seventeen I suffered a psychosis, My teenage years were far from bliss, I went into hospital to get some help, Finally I wanted someone to hear my yelps. Eighteen the age I have long awaited, Now I was there I hesitated, Suicide attempts & self harm, Had wreaked havoc on my mind & arm. Nineteen was the age I fell in love, With a man who was from above, My drinking still was an issue, But now someone was there to hand me a tissue. As I reached the age of twenty, I had love & problems still aplenty, But now had strength to learn to deal, At last get of this spinning wheel. Finally key to the door, twenty-one, My rain has now been replaced with sun, I still do have a long way to go, But Mark is here to soften the blow. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 21 [informant] => pixie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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