Some time ago
You were flooded with innocence
Running around, chasing butterflies
You were happy.
What a stupid child
Later you found out why your father had to leave
Once or twice a week, and you understood
Why your mother was sleeping with you instead of him
What a stupid child
You grew up as a beautiful person with a dark soul
Living with the fear of becoming your father
As your relatives say you're his embodiment
What a stupid child
You developed anxiety and depression
You were spinning in thoughts, crying all night
No one really understood what you're going through
What a stupid child
So what you do
Is embracing the darkness
In darkness finding peace.
YOU ARE READING
Caged In
PoetryThis is a book that contains some poems that, in some way, resembles to my life.Some bits of each poem is me. This is about the struggles some of us go through.Feel free to vote if you like it, i would truly appreciate it, thank you!.
