arrow I am cursed.
I don't want to leave my childhood behind.
I'm "growing up"
and no one asked if that is what I want.
The real world what a frightful place
especially if you dont have a plan.
I lay awake at night
thinking of
my past, the present and future.
Silent tears escape me
as I dwell on what is to become of me.
I yearn to be small again,
not to have a care in the world.
The tears I shed spill out painfully
for I know I can never go back.
Never be innocent again.
Never again seek shelter in my mothers arms.
Soon I will be thrown in the reality
and devored whole.
A child in a den of lions...
I plea with God for guidence.
I am but a lost lamb.
I'm silently falling apart,
there's no one to pick up the pieces.
In the shroud of darkness and silence I weep.
My only light is the streetlamps.
All around partaking in blissful sleep.
I on the other hand,
awake wretched and alone
snivel to myself,
for morning will wipe away all of the nights sorrow.
And my mask will once again be in place.
Not one will notice.
Too bad it dosen't exist...
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