I should feel something,
over an act they did without thinking,
they will hurt a child who doesn't know anything,
but to accept and understand a proper discipline.
I should feel a slightest bit of annoyance,
when they touched the alter innocence,
of my life to feed their ego and pride,
but am I deserving to break the deafening silence to stable my breath?
I should be hurt to even understand,
that what I deserve is not a a scud,
from the people I look up to defend
a little child whose wail can be heard.
I should not feel like I should,
understand and heal them like they did,
not just ruin the innocence that I peep,
over the home that I should feel comfortable with.
They didn't just hurt a little child.
They ruin the future of an ambitious girl,
that hoped to become a woman someday,
without seeing dirt in a mirror they stare.
I should feel mad over the people,
I expect to love me endlessly
Only to end up numbing the incorruptity of the righteousness of a person who once was a kid.
And yes.
I should not feel numb to find myself valid,
I should feel mad.
I should not live my life like I was still a kid,
not live my life with their scream of nothing but just a kid.
What I think I should do,
is to look at myself and cogitate
that I should not look at myself as just,
for someone who lived their life off-track.
I was just a kid, but I am not just.
But because I've never lived as one,
It takes time for me to realize things,
that I should've done.
—SDMP.
