I am stuck.
Stuck, in the mindset of the tiny 8 year old girl
with wide eyes and a pure smile.
The girl I was when my father left us.

I am stuck.
Like the gum in my hair
From that embarrassing day
in the seventh grade
that no one seems to forget.

I am stuck.
In the blue bathroom stall
On the first day of high school
Trying to choke down my cries
on my sweater sleeves.

I am stuck.
On July the first,
when my mother's heart stopped beating
and my lips stopped smiling.

They say I'm beautiful,
and Motivated.
But I'm Just Stuck.

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