I look back at my
Childhood self and ask
Where I went
Wrong.
What did I do to deserve
Such harsh treatment?
Bullied and abused;
Cutter and suicidal.
Ignorance is sweet
Bliss; I cannot stop
Thinking of the days I spent
Weeping over my past self.
My inner child is dying
To be let out, and I can\'t
Bother listening to what
She\'s trying to say.
I\'m so tired, tempted to
Close my eyes and rest
Until I\'m fired, dying in a
Dreamland.
Being dragged by the ankle
Is exhausting work, just let me
Be and do not lurk;
I\'m crying so I don\'t die.
I\'m the elephant in the room,
The secret always told;
I\'m the sadness on my mother\'s face
And the regret on everyone else\'s.
I\'m the anger in my chest and
Clenched fists, I am pain,
The epitome and definition,
Undeniable and uncontrollable.
I\'ve been screaming
At everyone and
Everything since I was
Ten.