#panes
the mist is frosty and cold
my finger draws upon it
tales and myths of old
i wonder if they bought it
the lies of loving who i am
slide from off my tongue
i ran and ran and ran and ran
to get away from blazing suns
my childhood calls like a mother
waiting for her precious child
as if she knew the others
had been abusing me with smiles
i told them over and over again
that i was grown and truly an adult
that i truly didn't need my friends
disproved sorely by my childish sulk
the window panes are cold
and it hurts to touch my memories
i felt so young i feel so old
i'm just a heartbroken trilogy
i was a babe and then a teen
i grew into my full grown skin
so hard-hearted and awfully mean
that i couldn't ever fit in
i hated growing pains
they reminded me of my age
that i was always always changing
always always a newly flipped page
it hurts it hurts it hurts
these unbearable window panes
it hurts it hurts it hurts
these horrible growing pains
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC