mom, don't you know?
that people tells me I'm too quiet
that my personality revolves around not
giving a shit
but when you talk to me
you pull out my 8 year old self
open your mouth and suddenly
i am not here
there is only a child you
made knees bled
arms broken
eyes hurt so bad she can't even open them
you see, the "me" living inside the deepest
part of my heart is just a
child
and i think i
still am
so do not talk to me
unless you want to see the past
you created,
YOU ARE READING
Dazed Off
PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
