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I walked in
and felt loved.
So many were there,
so many were kind.

I made friends,
and got to know them.
We were a family
that talked all the time.

I was a princess,
gypsy and PUNKin
all rolled into one.
Look at me now.

I'm still a princess,
and a PUNKin,
but not a gypsy.
My most prized name: gone.

Something happened.
We said things
we didn't mean.
In one night, gone.

I hope you
didn't mean those mean things.
I was sad and scared,
all rolled into one.

Slowly, then quicker,
my family disappeared.
What changed?
I still have yet to know.

I was there with them,
then in my own corner.
Exiled and forgotten.
Who could have thought?

We were supposed to be tight,
happy and loving.
Then, no more hugs,
no more kisses.

There's no more me.
A change of screen name
deleted who I was.
If only you knew!

I'm still me,
still loving and caring.
Still wanting to be loved,
and part of the family.

I realize
I'm partly at fault.
I complained
and begged.

I wasn't acting
my age at times.
But what about the times
I acted more mature?

When I came to you
for advice,
I realized
that it was a lot of pressure.

I was counted on as a listener
and to give advice.
Some did the same,
but what about the rest?

I don't understand.
It saddens me more each time
I see someone hugged,
but not me.

When did I lose my privilege?
You cared about me before.
Why not now?
I'm sad and scared.

Some may say jealous,
but sad and scared am I.
My good, safe world forgotten.
Now I'm in the Real World.

I'm the only one here.
Yet everyone is around me.
I'm can't be seen or heard.
I'm the lone princess.

This is a poem that is being reposted. I changed it a little so it doesn't seem as though I'm blaming others....I'm not and never intented to. I knew I was partially to blame and in all my poems, I know I'm partially to blame for all the things that happen.