Little Child
-By Sophia Cac
Little child
I was once innocent as you are today.
I was the first one to smile in the morning.
I will be the first one to greet Good day to everyone,
And I will be the one to tell my family I loved them.
But as my age advance,
Along with my mind.
Things have become upside down for me.
As I learn to see what the world could be.
I grew afraid, weak, sad...
I was broken.
Little child
You see, whenever I look in the mirror
All I could see is a crying girl with bruises around her,
even inside of her.
I've always hated her with all I am.
I always hate the way she look back at me with pithiness in her eyes,
with mine only glitters hatred.
She always been wearing this unreadable mask
that always makes me wonder whats behind it.
Yet by only looking in her eyes,
I could already tell that behind that mask was sadness.
It always makes me question everything
Why is she crying?
Why do she always looking back at me,
With those emotion in her eyes.
Why wouldn't she leave me alone?
So little child,
When you see another person in the other side in the mirror.
Learn to love that person,
Because if you manage to do so.
She wouldn't leave you like everybody else did.
She'll stay right there in the other side
Looking back at you.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...
