Seeing Double

Sometimes I think I live in two separate
worlds. I have two families, in two different
states. Two houses that I visit spending
my time. I play the game of doubles, pretending
thats its fun. Sometimes it gets confusing or I am
simple annoyed. I just feel settled and its time to
move again.
Each house I stay in has different people with
different things said or done.
Sometimes, this is a puzzle for me to figure out;
but I'm strong and I pretend. That it really doesn't
matter.
Sometimes my feelings are difficult for me
to understand. If I cannot understand the way
my feelings feel, how can I explain to those
who share my space? At times this is perplexing.
Some days it seems like no one knows me. Then
I get grumpy or make a mean face. I sometimes
sulk and purposely aggravate those I love around me.
Sometimes I feel alone even though the house
I'm in, is filled with people, noise or friend. At times
this is upsetting. I am sure that no one else
has ever felt this way. Like taffy being made; I am
pulled all different ways.
My Nana wrote this story, even though "I didn't
tell." She thought that someone else might read
her words and they too would feel good that they
are not alone in feeling this way.
Then they could understand, that even though
we feel confused. We are never alone!
My Nana says that when I am older, I will have
so many stories I can tell. Then, life will teach me
people do understand; because, they might have
been exactly where I am!

written by Pauline for Bri
copyright 2006