Troubled Girl Life
By Vanessa, age 17, South Carolina
I thought I was badBecause of my troubled life
Troubled girl? I was one
Getting in trouble was my job
School, I didn't need it
Parents, I didn't have it
I was on my own
I fought for no reason
Because I came from streets
Help? No, I didn't need it
I didn't need anybody
I didn't have nobody
My mother in jail
Watching her do her thing
I learned some living style
Drugs, drugs, drugs
I was living from drugs
Selling it every day
Risking my life
Fighting for a living
It's sad the way I used to live
It's sad the way I used to be
I used to be a troubled girl
I used to be a fighter
I used to be scared
I used to be bad
But this is my past
Now I've changed
Everything about me changed
I know now
I need parents
I need school
I need an education
I don't need to fight anymore
I don't need to hide
I don't need to be ashamed of
Where I came from
Now I need to show the people
Who thought I couldn't do it
I need to prove to them
That I made the difference
In my troubled life