Trauma
It is funny,
How I used to be so scared of him,
A big blood-red shark.
It was funny,
How I almost could not recognise him,
When I looked at him for the first time.
He was just a big muddy red cloud,
Like a ghost in a spooky kid story
Floating around,
Haunting a naive child who was scared of the dark.
It is funny,
How I am still scared of him,
Sometimes,
Most of the times.
Because I am still that child
Who is scared of the dark,
Loud noises,
Slamming doors,
and a big bad shark
From a spooky kid story
It is also funny,
Now that I see him,
And I know,
He is just a shark
From a spooky kid story.
