Parisha Vasudeva Poet Free verse

Childish Curiosity

Days flash before me, like lightning in the sky
Another being exits my life, another one comes by
Childish innocence, foolishness and breaking friendships
They all seem unaffected, then why wasn’t I?

Life so continued, the corner seat, a quiet little child
Lost in space, thoughts running wild
Who are these people around me? Why do they matter?
Known as the child who never spoke, strange thoughts piled

Am I really the child my parents desire?
Cornered, I was, fleeing under the wire
Is silence really the best answer,
When it isn’t the answer these goons require?

Chuckling and laughing while watching me strive
Broken bones and broken child, the result we derive
What did I do to make their hatred thrive?
Do I bother people just by being alive?

Why are people like me born?
What purpose do we serve?
What is a man’s value measured by?
How does one calculate his worth?

“Don’t act like you’re the victim!”
How is it my fault, as they all say
When I never asked to be born in this world,
And I never asked to be treated this way?

Why do they think I’m twisted?
receiving pitiful glances as I walk by,
How do they still not understand?
It’s the demon inside that wants me gone, not I.

If childhood is the best part of one’s life, why do I spend most of my nights crying?
Are they so blind, when I say “I’m okay,” they never assume I’m lying?
Cherry blossoms fall, losing life, leaves are drying
It’s strange how people think autumn is so beautiful yet everything is dying.

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Richard Lamoureux January 30, 2017 at 9:19 AM I can relate. I wrote a book titled "DUMMY Hurtful and Healing words" it deals with the impact of words in our lives. This is a sad poem and I wish you could see yourself through God's eyes. I believe you would be amazed by what He sees. Parisha Vasudeva February 1, 2017 at 3:23 PM You're correct. He sees each one of us as his own children and I have grown to realize and respect that. Thank you so much for your comment. I would love to check out your book.

Sunita U.D Palawon January 27, 2017 at 9:11 PM God's will...I link ths to my poem "Unwanted" and the comment I receive, As a loving and dedicated parent, my heart is wrenched reading this. I wish i could adopt all unwanted children in the world and I do everything to be the pride of my kids. So God chose you for a mission and just think about that. Even Lord Ram had to rise above such pain....Well written. Good luck in life. :) Parisha Vasudeva February 1, 2017 at 3:19 PM Your words are kind and heartwarming. Your comment strengthened my belief that every mother on this planet deserves so much respect. Your noble cause and pure heart made me wish to help all the children who feel unwanted. Thank you so much.