Independent Writing #2

This poem came particularly easy to me. Im not too sure why, but it is probably because I sort of felt like this as a child. I dont really want to talk about it, but I felt trapped and confused. I didnt know better at the time, but now I know that what was happening was unbelievably wrong. I would go to therapy every week for hours, crying over and over again. Every week would be the same story. So I was inspired by my past. The horrible, unbelievable, terrifying things that happened. I hope you enjoy this piece as it means a lot to me.

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Mind of a Child

All I see are borders
All around in my mind
All I ask are questions
That are never quite so sound
All I know is struggle
All the days of my life
All I hear is nothing
Buried deep in this strife

Where are all the dreamers?
Where is what I hold dear?
Where are no more heroes?
I am done with this fear
Where are truths to save us?
Where can love take me now?
Where are decent answers?
In the fields where I plow

Come and take me closer
Come to where it all comes down
Come and leave your anger
Spread me all over town
Come and see the splendor
Come see nothing at all
Come and die together
Let it be like the call

I am taking no one
I wish only to know
I am wishing extra
Memories always flow
I am fact and fiction
I hear all of my lies
I am there tomorrow
Until my mind justifies

If this takes me nowhere
If my world makes me proud
If my soul is quenching
Can I feed on the sound?
If my life is over
If no one wants to share
If my words don't make sense
Then be off to the fair