Self-Portrait
I am no longer the little girl with big blue eyes ,
The child with Shirley Temple curls
The one with the trusting smile .
I am no longer in the playground of my childhood ,
The safety of my dreams
The secureness of my ivory tower .
They tore down the walls and invaded me,
Hunting me down in the woods of my fear
Playing with me while I layed on the ground .
I am no longer the pure little angel ,
The child with an untouched body
The one with an innocent soul .
Instead I fight memories of the assualt ,
Memories of their faces
Hurting me while I couldn't scream.
I am lost and torn and never free ,
Abandoned and crazy and gloomy and bitter ,
So empty I can never feel..
Thankiew
Ratri Ray Sen 👑
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