As a child, I was always sensitive.
I'm not sure if it was excessive.
My feelings were as fragile as fine china.
Twenty something years later, that same child still lives in me.
But I have gotten a bit more stronger.
Less malleable.
I protect that little girl inside me with all I have.
Until I have yet, nothing.
That little girl just wants to be loved.
Properly.
I have been building walls for so many years to protect her, that I think I may have...neglected her.
YOU ARE READING
And, she lives
PoetryA twenty something, trying to escape the social norms of staying close with a toxic and dysfunctional family; while trying to live a life that's ultimately hers. (Not edited)
