I am from two worlds
Structure and chaos
Disney decorations and caution tape
I am from steering clear of my trauma
Music drowns my thoughts
Sleepless nights to avoid the terrors
I am from matching pajamas
Sharing shoes and headbands
And all that lies in between
I am from the color pencils
Use to decorate blank pages
With artwork fueled by pain
I am from martial arts and boxing tournaments
To ballet shows and musicals
I am from the peircing dagger
Of unbearable news
Emotions uncontrollably bleeding out
I am from hearing my heart
Nothing else
Not the sound of my breathe
Just my heart racing
I am from happy and loving surroundings
But a past that haunts me
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How do I Explain?
PoetryTw: trauma These are just little lines of some things that go through my head, I dont know how to explain everything I feel (hint the name) I post these for others to see they're not alone in being confused and trapped in the past
