Stop forcing me to explain.
I'd done it before and I know damn well how it will go.
I'm not wasting my energy to explain just for you to tell me that I'm ridiculous.
I'm not eating coz I'm afraid my stomach will hurt even more.
I'm not sleeping coz my mind keeps making a scene.
I'm not speaking out coz you taught me that is rude.
I'm hurting myself coz my body feels so intended.
All those things are ridiculous huh?
Just shut the fuck up. Off you go.
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Inner child voices, childhood trauma aftermath.
PoetryI might not love the current me but I do love my inner child. Sounds funny right? Coz we're basically the same but no, we're not. Children must be protected not to be trained to be such a ruthless person. He's 4 years old. If he falls, pick him up...
