Dear my precious inner child,
I just wanna update you that,
I'm not as kind as before,
I'm not as innocent as before,
I'm changing,
I get a little bit bad here and there,
But I'll still accept my flaws,
I don't want people to come near me coz they see my good side,
I rather let them misunderstand me if that's how I can protect both of us,
It's kinda of hurt but that's fine I guess,
It will pass somehow.
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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...
