Gone are her ambitions, <br />she lost them along with the fifty pounds. <br />They just seemed to disappear overnight <br />like a deadbeat dad. <br />Gone and easily forgotten. <br />Washed away in bottles of Smirnoff Vodka <br />and cocaine in her veins. <br />Morals seem to fly right out the window, <br />when it comes down to that last bump, <br />that last chance of a high, <br />that last ounce of self-respect <br />flying out with them. <br /> <br />If you could only see her alone (or sober) , <br />then you just might catch a glimpse <br />of her desperation to succeed, <br />but the chances of such a happening <br />are becoming slimmer <br />with every dream that she sells <br />and at merely 17, she's not likely to <br />make it to 23.<br /><br />Amanda Lukas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-sale-hopes-dreams-and-aspirations/
