When I was younger I would cry my parents name.
Wishing for them to come and help me to stop the pain.
But now I cry in silence fearing them hearing a sob escape or just a noice, I'm scared by the thought of them to seeing me cry.
They cant help me like they use too because they are different my problems are different.
Instead of help me feel better they judge and the judging is causing this pain, these tears, this fear.
(I'm not the strongest at grammar so if you don't like my spelling or grammar then don't read and move on)
YOU ARE READING
Window into my mind
PoetryYou may look through the window but could never step foot into my mind. You may set back and watch admire but from a distance. Just some poems and what not
