Bleeding Heart
Stubborn looks peering through
Tainted glass
No expression of face
Anger is only given
To the outside world
A little heart crushed in reality
Without a chance to imagine
Or laugh with nonsense reason
There can be no alternative
Fate or environment, the debate
Rage on. A little heart
With so much to lose
Wild one day, lose itself
Shriveled, bare, happy memories
Are so few
Smothered beneath the blanket
Of acquisition, mistrust
Hide and seek with a monster
No chance to win the game
Turning to hide from the smirking
Monster in the mirror
Weakness is death from
Yourself
Kids can be cruel
The world can be cruel
A little heart knows better
Now, doesn’t laugh
Doesn’t play
Studies the world
But must not react with it
Stubborn looks peering through
Tainted glass
No expression of face
Anger is only given
To the outside world
A little heart crushed in reality
Without a chance to imagine
Or laugh with nonsense reason
There can be no alternative
Fate or environment, the debate
Rage on. A little heart
With so much to lose
Wild one day, lose itself
Shriveled, bare, happy memories
Are so few
Smothered beneath the blanket
Of acquisition, mistrust
Hide and seek with a monster
No chance to win the game
Turning to hide from the smirking
Monster in the mirror
Weakness is death from
Yourself
Kids can be cruel
The world can be cruel
A little heart knows better
Now, doesn’t laugh
Doesn’t play
Studies the world
But must not react with it
Author Note: I noticed early on that many of my poems were dark or dealt with depressing ideals. I don't see myself as a depressed person; perhaps because I bleed it all into my poetry and don't let it reach my normal every day interactions. This poem deals with my childhood where I had to grow up very quickly and put aside child like tendencies for religious fervor.
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