The Child I Was
Feeling alone with no place to hide-
There's nobody who will listen,
Or with which to confide.
So young and naïve...
How it's supposed to be?
That was all stolen away from me.
The years have passed,
Strong feelings have faded,
I have to admit that it left me quite jaded.
The scars are still there on my wounded soul-
The carefree child no one knew to console.
I couldn't break the silence,
Didn't want them to see
That the child I was could no longer be free.
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