You were the people i grew up with.
I admired as a child.
But growing up i realised,
How bad i got treated.
How can i look at you now?
When i already realised,
How reality is at a young age.
Was it normal to be hurted at such a young age?
Or did you just like seeing me hurted?
Well congrats because you won.
I will never be the same as that child who admired you.
So leave me alone please.
YOU ARE READING
Short poems
Thơ caThis is an book about some poems i write in my free time, requests are always welcome :). I hope you enjoy reading them as much as i enjoy writing them {All work is my own} {You can use any poem, just give credits}
