Blue Hearts 2k16 (My Collection of Poems And Short Stories)

Hush, Hush.

The adults whisper. I'm a child, I don't listen.

There's a lot of noise. I'm a child, I don't care.

They don't know.

I know all about the, Hush, Hush.

I can feel their weird stares.

I know all their odd words.

They say many things, but only mean one.

I know all about the, Hush, Hush.

But I'm a child, children don't know.

I can smell something fishy.

I can feel the bitter taste of their strange behaviour.

Do they know?

I can sense their anxiousness.

I can sense their fear.

They tell me things, but their eyes say something different.

I want to help.

I want to also feel.

I want to experience something too.

I'm curious.

Why are they so scared?

The adults are glaring. I'm a child, I close my eyes.

The adults are clenching their fists. I'm a child, I hold my breath.

The adults are loud. I'm a child, I cover my ears.

There's a lot of yelling. I'm a child, I hide.

They don't know.

I hear them.

It's different,

these adults,

they're different.

They shoo me away.

But I guess they really don't know.

The adults are tired. I'm a child, I lay awake.

The adults are hurting. I'm a child, I cry.

I know all about the, Hush, Hush.

But I'm a child, children don't know.