The live's I've lived

Poem #143

My softness was taken away from me. Just like so many people. We once softly put the paint brush to the paper. And put exactly what we felt not caring what it looked like. Now we care. We care too much. Now the paint brushes don't get touched. We once picked flowers with grace. Barely having to bend. Not realizing we were killing something. We once were able to see the beauty that was all around us. Now we step on the little flowers we don't even realize there around. We once gripped our parent's hands as tight as we could when we were scared. Now we lay in bed cause no one's there. We once stopped getting tucked in. And were hit with the harshness of the world way to young. Somewhere our parents turned on us. We could only do wrong. Only take up too much space. Eventually we realize everything we did had consequences. So, we spent years making tiny decisions. Eventually we realized that even though we are gentle we are killing people. We are children who are full but have to eat everything because they're people starving. Innocent people are dying and even though I'm 9 I still feel it was my fault. My fault for my parent financial problems. My fault for all my parent's problems. We grow up and realize everyone is angry. How are we not supposed to turn angry.