Do you remember getting hurt and running to your parents to cry?
They would make you cookies to comfort you.
They would rub your back and say that everything would be fine.
But what about now?
Now you do everything in your power to not let them see you cry.
You don't want them to know that you are hurt and broken.
You want them to think that you are doing fine, so you don't have to explain what is wrong.
You let them think that everything will be okay.
You bake THEM cookies because you feel bad about not telling the truth.
But you know that if you say the TRUTH they will try to fix you.
You don't want to have to be a PROBLEM that they have to "FIX"
Do you remember getting hurt and having no one to comfort you?
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Real Life
PoetryPoems about the real world and how I feel. Honestly just need a place to put my feelings so yup yup.
