Walking through the streets
my anger burns as i hear
there jokes and crude remarks.
Cursed with this disease.
All i can ask is why me?
Cranial displacea the doctors said.
I would be in alot of pain through out my life
most of the time i wished i was dead.
I would ask my mom with tears in my eyes
why me?
There were many things they said i couldn't do.
Ride a bike, climb a tree, do sports, and ride a horse.
My anger flared my fury burned i would prove them wrong.
I control my life i shall not be limited I would remove the shakels
they were trying to put on me. I screamed at god why me?
Everyday i practiced, watched, and learned.
Soon i was riding a bike i was faster then all my friends.
My anger began to slowly fizz.
But then my dad did something i shall not say that still burdens me
to this very day. I have always wished i could of asked him before he moved away
why me?
Horses were my love as a young child a creature i admired.
To ride one and feel free from life is something i desired.
My friend and i snuck into out neighbors horse pen.
Upon a shetland pony i sat never ridin one before i did not know
how to make it go. My friend walked behind the horse and smacked
it hard on the hide. The horse began buck. I held on not once did i fall
When it settled my mom pulled up i was not in trouble she was actually sort
of proud. But then my sister began blaming me for our father leaving at night
i cried knowing it was sort of my fault but i was not to the one to be fully blamed.
i once again would ask god why me?
In grade school i hardly spoke.
What was the point in waisting your breath
when tommorow your words would be forgotten
I told my self over and over again. I had very few friends.
It was like i was in a shell that i had trapped my self in.
I was so worried about proving everyone wrong I had shut
myself from the world. I asked my self why me?
I decide to try a sport. I played basketball.
Because of my disease i was small smaller than everyone
on my team i felt slightly embarrased. I was one of the best
players on the team. My mom was proud i was happy again.
i was making friends, i then tried out for cheerleading and me and
three girls in my class made it. most of the other girls in my class
didn't come in till about 5 others girls dropped out. i had never been so proud.
I could feel my shell began to crack but then the blaming began again.
My sister wouldn't let me live it down. I screamed at her why me!?
The night of my 8th grade graduation. I looked around at my friends.
I was no longer different but then i was never any different then any of them.
Eachone of them had something they wanted to prove.
There was something about themselves they hated.
But as for me i still had a ways to go all i can do now is forgive.
As i looked at the crowd as i recived my diploma. I said to my self
this is me this is who i am who god intended me to be.
I shall always be Hadley.
my anger burns as i hear
there jokes and crude remarks.
Cursed with this disease.
All i can ask is why me?
Cranial displacea the doctors said.
I would be in alot of pain through out my life
most of the time i wished i was dead.
I would ask my mom with tears in my eyes
why me?
There were many things they said i couldn't do.
Ride a bike, climb a tree, do sports, and ride a horse.
My anger flared my fury burned i would prove them wrong.
I control my life i shall not be limited I would remove the shakels
they were trying to put on me. I screamed at god why me?
Everyday i practiced, watched, and learned.
Soon i was riding a bike i was faster then all my friends.
My anger began to slowly fizz.
But then my dad did something i shall not say that still burdens me
to this very day. I have always wished i could of asked him before he moved away
why me?
Horses were my love as a young child a creature i admired.
To ride one and feel free from life is something i desired.
My friend and i snuck into out neighbors horse pen.
Upon a shetland pony i sat never ridin one before i did not know
how to make it go. My friend walked behind the horse and smacked
it hard on the hide. The horse began buck. I held on not once did i fall
When it settled my mom pulled up i was not in trouble she was actually sort
of proud. But then my sister began blaming me for our father leaving at night
i cried knowing it was sort of my fault but i was not to the one to be fully blamed.
i once again would ask god why me?
In grade school i hardly spoke.
What was the point in waisting your breath
when tommorow your words would be forgotten
I told my self over and over again. I had very few friends.
It was like i was in a shell that i had trapped my self in.
I was so worried about proving everyone wrong I had shut
myself from the world. I asked my self why me?
I decide to try a sport. I played basketball.
Because of my disease i was small smaller than everyone
on my team i felt slightly embarrased. I was one of the best
players on the team. My mom was proud i was happy again.
i was making friends, i then tried out for cheerleading and me and
three girls in my class made it. most of the other girls in my class
didn't come in till about 5 others girls dropped out. i had never been so proud.
I could feel my shell began to crack but then the blaming began again.
My sister wouldn't let me live it down. I screamed at her why me!?
The night of my 8th grade graduation. I looked around at my friends.
I was no longer different but then i was never any different then any of them.
Eachone of them had something they wanted to prove.
There was something about themselves they hated.
But as for me i still had a ways to go all i can do now is forgive.
As i looked at the crowd as i recived my diploma. I said to my self
this is me this is who i am who god intended me to be.
I shall always be Hadley.
