It's like I'm going back,
To when I was,
A baby,
So, so vulnerable,
A small tumble,
Will send me wailing,
And I'm going back,
And back,
And back.
But there's one difference,
Between me now,
And me as a baby,
When I was a baby,
After a little tumble,
After a little cry,
I stood up and carried on,
But now,
Now I feel like the slightest thing,
Should stop me,
Because I tumbled,
I don't deserve,
To get back up again.
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Poetry//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
