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.
Copyright © Parisha Vasudeva | Year Posted 2017
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