There’s a part of me That’s still the 5 year old kid The part of me that’s scared That knows I’ll need a blanket From the bottom of a bottle To hide and protect me From the monsters in my mind
I used to be a real boy
Now when I close my eyes, the image rises into view. From back when you lied to me And my trust lied in you Well that trust lied too I want to forget, A blank slate of memory Like this blank page in front of me But it’s not blank It has everything on it Like when you walked to your door And you locked it Turned to me and said “We’re gonna play a game” I looked up to you innocently And asked what’s its name But a five year old mind isn’t developed enough To understand the term “*******”
The discomfort building in my heart Didn’t seem to fit Because how could it all Be building up to this How could I know You were a Grimm Brother’s Pinocchio Because when you lied, your nose, it didn’t grow Oh no It much further south And much better hidden At least until you were alone with a kid and Then liar liar’s pants were off Like they were on fire I know what a deer feels like When it’s seen by a lion
Cornered by four walls And a locked door I was about to find out What was in store And they don’t take refunds I tried to fight you off But to my David This time Goliath won And with absolutely nowhere to run I did the only thing I could I cried out And in a second your hand covered my mouth Silencing the sound Of an innocence being stolen And a soul being broken “Don’t make a sound”
I’ve been told we all have one creator So tell me Gippetto Did you know Was it in your perfect plan For all of this to happen Or is the blue fairy in charge Handing out wishes to those with blackened hearts Or maybe none at all There was only one mercy granted from it all It’s defined as a repressed memory For ten years it was kept from me Blacked out with flare ups of anxiety Side effects of a mental infection Always managing to evade detection Until I was fifteen When the wall finally came crumbling down And while there were so many people around Who could I turn to Who could I possibly trust After becoming a victim Of the ultimate sin of lust And if you have figured out the name Of the game I was forced into playing Then you’ll understand what I’m saying When I tell you
I used to be a real boy
I re-visited this poem a couple months ago, I meant just to change a few things and update the other one, but it ended up getting completely re-done