the child in me
screams a lot
tells me to shut my stuff up
and head back to his time
where fears were unknown
and touches were fragile
well they still are
but there's the difference
back then it were the hands
that held the younger me softly
caressing the flaws gently
but now it has all replaced to the world where
people around me don't treat me like a feather
and hurt me
scratch me
without a second thought
and how do i tell them that i haven't changed ever
my shields are breakable
feelings still innocent and untouchable
but who cares
they break me into a thousand pieces
so i now hide the child inside me
though it screams
louder and louder each day
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Into the Dense
PoetryInto the dense is a collection of 10 short poems that mainly focus on the human emotions of sadness and depression. Most of the poems speak about the nightmarish experiences of one's past and lonely nights that one spends. Two successors of Into the...
