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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Drama · #1280785
A poem about the reality that is my life
So I’m the oldest in my family right

Early mornings and late nights

And no one really sees

The responsibility that falls on me



When I was younger life was full of spice

Barbie dolls and pillow fights

And of course I was always right

Because I was the oldest, that was tight



A little older and life started to change

Things in my life they rearranged

Normal things began to seem strange

And homeless people asking spare change



Began to take on a new meaning to me

The downside of life I began to see

That doesn’t mean I stopped complaining

Of things on my life that seemed so straining



I could say how it is that I have so much to do

I could say how it is that I’m in love with you

I could say how it is that he’s in love with me

But I don’t love him and you don’t love me

And what I really see

is a sea of possibilities, responsibilities

Impossible to realize the dream of what can be.



I mean but how can I complain of love when

he doesn’t have a place to sleep and

he doesn’t have any food to eat and

I’m really in love with your freedom to

Live your life what dreams may come through

Your ability to see beyond reality to

The real me or am I really in love with you?



But regardless I’m the example, the oldest right?

Always wrong no always right

I’m just saying that people don’t actually see

The responsibilities that fall on me

Beyond me to the reality
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