She seemed so innocent, so dense
Didn't know what they were talking about
Angered at the thought of gross things
But in the end, it's all just a reputation
And a truth she doesn't wanna feel
Cause she goes home, and thoughts overtake her
Numbs the pain with a few sensations
Google says it's good for her
But her young mind's scarred
Addiction takes her no where, no where
Now she's growing older
Blames herself, puts it all behind her
Acts innocent to prevent the truth from becoming true
She doesn't want it to
And she swallows in her guilt, her misery
So when she dies, her note has quality
But they read and cry
You know why?
Isn't it funny, when at nine, she did those things
She was more innocent than the rest of her world
She still is
And now she's dead
For a perceived flaw
But for her, it still exists
Cause everyone's standards are different
You may say she died in vain
But it showed the world the differences
Each person has to face, to live the same way
as the rest
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Too Much
PoezieSongs and poetry I write when I'm at risk of feeling numb. I also read books, make origami, play Transformice, or eat. Here's my writing though.