When did all these gadgets
Replace all those toys
I look around my room
And see no childhood joyThe books have no pictures
The walls are without marks
The carpet has no stains
And the lights are always darkMirrors show the girl
That has lost all her faithWhere are the star stickers
That glowed on the ceiling at night
Where are the stuffed animals
That kept away the frights
Beds sheets with cute characters
What happened to those nights?No more crayons or markers
Not one masterpiece on the fridge
No boxed juices, or precut food
Or Mini utensils to useScars tell the story
Of the razors' marksThe art she makes
Never leaves her skin
The food she eats
Never says inThe princesses of old
Never delt with this shit
At least,
They never wrote about itI no longer want the tiara
I just want to reverse the clock
Take me back to those nights
When i couldnt even talkEyes that portray the darkness
That comes with growing up
YOU ARE READING
Just A Troubled Mind Looking For Peace
PoetryA collection of lyrically inclined phrases that have popped into my head over the years. ~B.A.L.K Much love. Hard love.