As a child,
I saw childhood as a cage.
Locking me in
Blocking me from doing things.
I didn't appreciate the soft lining.
Or how the cage protected me.
Being released was
like being dumped in cold water.
Sudden and unwelcomed.
The softness was gone
Instead a world of sharp edges.
No matter how much I hope
The cage isn't coming back
I'll never experience the
Safety and care again.
Is this growing up?
People always mentioned
Warned even
Of how you'd always want to go back.
I didn't believe them
They were free weren't they
This isn't freedom
We're still caged.
But it's harsh.
I don't regret how I spent my childhood
I regret ever leaving it.
I don't miss it
for the same reasons as others
-for the youthfulness-
I regret never adjusting
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Poetry (15+)
PoetryThe crazy world of my mind expressed in poetry. May contain content that isn't suitable for young children, such as depression/suicide/self harm.
