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#002- advice from the moon

cover your ears, little child.
lest the jeers and taunts
reach deep into your soul,
and taint your pure heart.

you were not made for this hurt,
it is artificial;
created to benefit and fuel
the egos
of simple fools.

lift your hands,
and place them firmly against your skull.
ensure no sound can slip through;
not
a
peep.

one day,
your heart will be strong.
it will build walls,
moats,
and set up a defense.
and you won't feel
a thing.

#002- afterword
can you tell im still readjusting to writing again?

i remember when i was younger, i was constantly being harassed and bullied. not just from peers at school, but also to my family members at home. i wasn't really safe anywhere. when the comments got too much, i would talk to the wall. i slept alone, so i had the opportunity to just talk and talk forever to a blank wall without being judged. sometimes, i liked to imagine that it would answer back. same thing with my stuffed animals. "how was your day?", i would ask. and in my head, they would reply. "good, i managed to sleep a few extra hours," or even "eh, could've been better. i was stuck here all day." where am i going with this? well, the so-called "poem" you see up there was advice i told myself (and advice i still tell myself) on how to deal with all the negativity- just block it out. pretend you don't hear it, and eventually you'll stop feeling hurt by it. isn't that a depressing reality?