Child in my heart,
Grown up too fast.
Faced with being told,
To be the example.
To be seen but not heard,
To smile when I'm sad,
To spend time with my family,
In sickness or in health.
Being guilt tripped,
Into doing things,
I don't want to do.
I grew up too fast,
And now I'm a child at heart.
It's the only childhood,
I've ever got.
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Borderline Spiraling
PuisiCollection of poems written from a place of confusion from a child who feels different, unable to participate in life because of the darkness in their mind and in their body. Trigger warning - may contain themes of self harm, verbal abuse/toxic rela...
