i want to be a kid again
unaware of the horrors of the world
i want to be a kid again
held tightly to my mothers chest
i want to be a kid again
carefree unscared and loving
i want to be a kid again
smile at the world cause i haven't felt hatred yet
i want to be a kid again
but i dont think it would change anything
i think i was born with hatred
poison is my birth right
all I deserved was to be hated
outcast and forgotten
neglected belittled bullied
i think that's all i deserved
but then i look at her
at her tiny hands and bright eyes
and i wonder
how could you ever hurt her?
YOU ARE READING
not so bad poetry
PoetryPart 2 of bad poetry, a new book to fill pages and pages of emptiness with ink ready to spill
