by Angella Gailey

Created on: July 22, 2010

When we met, I had so many dreams

If I printed them on paper, they would take up reams

But as you started to control me

One by one, my dreams were broken, why couldn’t you set me free?

I once wrote of writing

But now we spend all of our time fighting

I wanted to travel the world

But you treat me like I am just a stupid girl

I wanted to be a family

But you never seem to want to be with me

I wanted to go back to school

But that was against your rule

No matter how hard I seem to try

Your only goal seems to make me cry

You took all the dreams I ever had

And broke them, why do you have to treat me so bad?

As I see you walk out that door

I will pick up my dreams; I will sweep them off the floor

And put them back together one by one

Because your days of hurting me are done

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