Under The Apricot Tree

I’m not really sure where I am now But I know my life’s play has taken its final bow I’d like to think I danced through life But it was not without strife I’m not really sure how I got here But I remember my mother’s eye dropped a tear As she filled the tub with my bath water “I love you my sweet daughter” I cried that there weren’t bubbles in the tub She shushed me and began to scrub She tucked my curls behind my ear And told me soon our pain will disappear I looked at the purple marks on her arm She told me there was no need for alarm One last kiss before she laid me down It was in that moment she let me drown

Emma was born to a pretty good family. She never had to worry about a roof over her head or when her next meal was. She was the definition of privileged. She was beautiful and smart. Nobody would have suspected that she would be the next “Secret Life of An American Teenager,” but she had become just that. She met Brenden when she was a High School Junior at the back to school bash dance. He wasn’t the most attractive kid at school, but he was extremely smart and had a really good heart. Emma wasn’t the most promiscuous girl in school, but she had some experience in the anatomy department. It was on the dance floor that they first made eye contact. She was dancing with three of her closest friends when she turned her head to look for somewhere to sit. She saw a lanky figure over by the punch bowl with his head down. He lifted his head and in that moment they got their first glimpse of eachother. He walked over and asked her if she wanted to dance with him. She didn’t know his name,

One moment you are just a child To you, everything is a joke All of your worries are simply mild Like a toy you accidentally broke. The next moment you are being rushed In high school where your Voice is no longer hushed And your true self, you begin to explore. Then suddenly you are going out Into the real world where, You question your next route And stand only able to stare. But then you snap out of this For the future may not be clear, But you are alive and won’t miss The chance to choose your path from here

___________ had a little lamb Her fleece was a deep chestnut And every word _________ spoke The lamb would repeat to wrench my gut She followed her to a party Where she met a boy Whose soul was dark and murky He played with her heart like a toy And so I sat all alone But they stood just near enough So what I heard left my mind blown Holding back tears was tough And then ran back to her and stood Together hand in hand As if she said, “you have always understood That alone I am quite bland”. “What makes the lamb love ______ so?” I can’t help but cry. “Oh _______ loves the lamb, you know,” Others reply, “And, you, each gentle animal Is so clearly blind, To how you truly care, Even though you are so kind”

What can I say to make this okay What can I do to make this a better day I can’t help but think about all the times That you failed me with parental crimes You made me feel so alone And you don’t want to atone For every mistake you made That made me look to the blade My dreams were a joke to you Your insults come out of the blue Fat, ugly, stupid, worthless My self-esteem is a mess Do you know how it can feel To never be told that your love is real? And to never know if you are mad At me when I haven’t even done something bad I now live my life in fear Always more anxious than I appear