Im a child
I can't talk
In fear that I may
embarrass
an adult
For I'm still
young
I don't know
horrors
I know dolls
Fiction
But all children
wears a mask
that hides
our inner feelings
thoughts
And we wear our mask
so well
It has become our face
A shield
to block out
the words
the things
we hear
when you think
Were to
engrossed
in a video game
Too young to understand
That we understand
everything
That drugs
Alcohol
Is a problem
bigger than the world
That our world
The dirt we walk on
is deteriorating
because of us
That we are
useless
unworthy to hold
responsibility
that we don't know
stress
Thorns that press
deeper
and deeper
into our skin
that have woven
so tightly around
us
children
That we can't break
free
like being trapped under
water
filling our lungs
Suffocating us
more than any
horrors
outside our
brainspan
could ever process
Is what we know of
For your words
Aren't nice
They don't flow
They have jagged corners
edges that attach to
anything
that thought
your words
Would help us
take off the mask
that because of your words
Seemed to have
Embedded itself
into my skin
But I'm a child
yet I know of
death
abuse
thoughts
shadows
darkness
insanity
Only we don't learn
this through
Articles
the news
Magazines
we learn this through
words
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▼ M E A N I N G ▼
Not sure on how I feel about this one but... this is about how you don't know how a children truly feels or what they know, and how your words affect a child. Hope you enjoyed this one! Please comment what you thought about this poem.
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➳ Leah Skye
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Poetryits not about what you can see, its about what you can't ~ cover made by me ~
