she talks to the moon with opened ears
waiting on replies as if it could hear
describing her troubles and worries that roams around
and hoping it could allow answers to appear
she dances for the sun with careless spirit
shouting out songs for anyone to hear it
with twirls and spins and perfect lands
thanking to see the sun come visit
little does she know she can't beg for long
because every source of light turns off eventually
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Growing Pains
Poetryfor the kids who were forced to grow up too fast, this one is for you. TW : drug use, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, ED
