I miss being a child,
so innocent and naive.
I miss believing in peter
pan. I miss believing in
talking rabbits that would
take me to another land.
I miss believing that kissing
an old, gross frog would
make it turn into a young,
beautiful prince. I miss
believing that crying could
bring a loved one back to
life. But now I know that I
was wrong, so wrong.
There is no mysterious
boy in the night that would
always be my friend. There
is no cute rabbit to take
me away from this terrible
world. There is no disgusting
frog. And no matter how
much I cry, the only thing
coming back to life are my
insecurities and demons.
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Agoraphobia
Poetry"i hope to god that body is stronger than my mentality because if it isnt i am bound to collapse and break at any moment."
