She keeps telling me As I sit across from her To close my eyes And imagine my young self A scared and confused child What would I say to her As the panic sets in As she’s ashamed of herself As she loses control And I know how to speak To frightened children But when I try to do so To myself To the little girl in my head I break Every time
I don’t know how to handle feeling compassion for myself...
"They only read me because I'm short and simple..."
-Struggles of a Poem
-FreeMind
Still wondering why the poems that mean so much to me mean so little to everyone else... can people not relate, or do they just refuse to read them? June 4, 2019 #85