I was a child when I started being bullied,
"Boy will be boys" they will say,
The words were small,
They left tattoos,
breaking my heart.
"Children will be children"
I was a child too.
I was soft.
I was kind.
I was made hard and angry.
The words left scars,
They left scrapes,
They left burn marks,
I was too far gone when I finally could stand.
I was frail and pale.
Nobody wants to play with the vampire child,
Nobody likes zombies,
Nobody came to save me.
I became hard and tough,
It's hard living like this,
It's hard being angry,
Anger makes you sick and tired,
Anger is losing a war within yourself,
I lost that war,
I became ill.
I can't soften now,
War leaves affects you can never undo on a child,
War leaves bloody cuts,
War makes you sacrifice your peace and softness,
I want to be peaceful,
but I can't.
I wish I could be soft.
I was just a child.
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