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[title] => A Letter... Back Home
[time] => 2004-10-08 01:30:49
[hometext] => This is written as a companion poem to the song lyric... *WILDCHILD* Written from the wildchild's perspective... comments welcomed...
[bodytext] => Dear Mom and Dad... I just wanted you to know... The reason... I left home... When I was just fifteen... It wasn't either of you... that drove me to do this thing... It was me... I was a teenage queen... totally out of control... With a dream... A WILDCHILD... so to speak... I left home to pursue that dream And live a life on my own... Wanting to prove to the world and to myself... That I wasn't a little girl anymore But all I've wound up with... is... A broken dream... a shattered heart and a body wracked by life's dirty schemes I've made all kinds of mistakes... I've taken all kinds of risks and punishment... Just to have... what I thought at the time... was a little fun Instead... I became a WILDCHILD... a rebel without a cause and on the run Living life out of control and under the gun... I lost my soul to sex... drugs... alcohol... And to that good old rock and roll... Night after night... I'd walk those bloody... big city streets While being force to do... things I won't repeat I always feared for my life... Always wondered if... I'd survive just one more night All the while thinking about where I really belonged... With you... Back home Now... here I sit... all alone... in this dingy room Criyng these lonely tears of doom and gloom A washed up... burnt out... drug addicted... alcoholic shell Of a life that once was... A has been... if you will... Hollowed out inside and spent... Because of all of life's tragedies... Hard lessons... I've never learned All the things that went against the grain of everything... I was ever taught to believe Growing up... with you... Back home I've finally realized... Back home is where I long to be... Where I long to see... Everything and everyody that's familiar to me Back home is where I belong... But it seems like a lifetime ago... since I was there... Life has become a living hell to be me... a nightmare I thought I was living a life... so large and so free But now... I see... it was all just a deadly pipe dream Back home... with you... is where I really belong Please... forgive me... mom... Please... forgive me... dad... Please... forgive me... everyone... For what I've put you through... And what I thought I knew... 'Cause... I've come to realize... I'm not grown up yet... But I'm still not a little child either... I'm caught somewhere in between... Between small town, USA and those bright... big city lights So blinding as they glare at me... Through these bloodshot eyes... That see... nothing... except the darkness surrounding me Now... all I do... is sit here and dream Dream of being back home with you... In your arms is where I want to stay I want out of this big city and it's bloody grasp today Please... help me... Help me... to find my way... Back home again... to you... 'Cause... here I sit... all alone... in this dingy room Criyng these lonely tears of doom and gloom A washed up... burnt out... drug addicted... alcoholic shell Of a life that once was... A has been... if you will... Hollowed out inside and spent... Because of all of life's tragedies... Hard lessons... I've never learned All the things that went against the grain of everything... I was ever taught to believe Growing up... with you... Back home Signed... With love... Your daughter... the teenage queen [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 48 [informant] => kidpoet_213 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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