When I was 3 years old the world was my playground
The birds and the sound of wind flowing through my hair was my lullaby
When I was 9 the world was my teacher
The friends that I made the joy on my face the world was a gentle guide a calming place
When I was 13 years old the world was my bed
I was calm in between my sweet dreams and horrible fantasies swinging side to side like a seesaw
Now I'm 15 the world is my battleground
The playground no longer has a swing or the luxury of childhood innocence
The teacher no longer gently guides me
The friends slowly slip through my hands like loose sand
The comfort of my sleep no longer masks the broken world I was born in
The battleground in my head has no place for a victor
The story has no happy ending only now can I see the mirror of lies that fooled me
Reflecting the rays of the sun and the joy that the naive little girl held
On to
While behind the smile one flawed girl stands behind the mirror invisible
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Moonlight ( A collection of poems)
PoetryMy collection of recent poetry and older poems as well. Updated sporadically :) Contains mature topics
