When I was little you would hold my hand
Lead the way
Tell me that you'd always stay
When I was little you'd sing me songs,
Tell me that I'd always belong.
I thought that I had it all-
Until it all went wrong
I was numb
Hiding
Blind
To even my own surprise
I didn't have anyone to hold my hand
To lead the way
To tell me when I shouldn't stray.
I threw myself in every direction
Looking for a little attention.
I grew taller but inside I was becoming smaller
I hunched and hid and kept out of the way
Maybe I still do today
Until little parts of me were gone
And I'm left with that feeling that I don't belong.
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Ponderings and Poetry
PoetryThe thoughts and ponderings of a twenty something that wants to make sense of this big bad world. Lots of the poems and descriptions focus on mental health and depression.
