Childhood is what brings us into who we are
Our adult lives is just so far
The past haunts us more than anyone knows
Sometimes our heart is froze
Shielding us from pain we tell ourselves we can’t handle
Thinking if we turn it off and go get in some scandal
That’s the way to keep us from that hurt we feel
The ability to know that it’s real
Retracting ourselves from those potential situations of harm
Throwing around this fake charm
Don’t get close enough and it can’t get bad
Falling for one is just taunting us to be sad
Withdrawn from the world we live in our mind
We learn how to hide the horrible things and be kind
No one thinks that the biggest actor of them all
Is the foster kids or so they’re called.
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Author:
The Invisible (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Foster homes can be good but sometimes you never know what happens in them until you look in those kids eyes.
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Comments1
This is such a great statement. Loved it!
Thanks!
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