Bad Child

Bad Child 

I was a child 
the one who was wild. 

I was a child it was hard to love 
and didn't fit in like a glove. 

I was a child, a bad little girl 
with her hair in a curl. 

I was a child with a pretty face 
that had no grace. 

I was a child you called lazy 
and maybe even crazy. 

I was a child whose sadness 
turned to madness 

I was a child who went away 
and never got to play. 

I was a child who traveled far and wide, 
across the continental divide 

I was a child wandering alone, 
trying to find a home. 

I was a child who stood in the dark, 
waiting for the call of the morning lark. 

I was a child who never made you proud, 
the one that was too loud. 

I was a child who wanted to die 
and made you sigh. 

I was a child who went insane 
from all the pain. 

I was a child who always wondered why..... 
you weren't able to love me or even to try. 

by Gigi Pilcher, May 27, 2001
Grieving the Loss of the Dream