mom, don't you know?
that people tells me I'm too quiet
that my personality revolves around not
giving a shit
but when you talk to me
you pull out my 8 year old self
open your mouth and suddenly
i am not here
there is only a child you
made knees bled
arms broken
eyes hurt so bad she can't even open them
you see, the "me" living inside the deepest
part of my heart is just a
child
and i think i
still am
so do not talk to me
unless you want to see the past
you created,