Little old me
When I were a child, my mom used to say that it was hard to keep me quiet.
Despite being funny and really active, I was body shamed and was forced to be on a diet.
The doors were slammed and my heart pounded
I hear them through the door, slapping each other and breaking things
Sometimes I wish to fly to moon, because I believed I had wings
But I wasn't allowed to because I was grounded.
Despite being a kid, it broke me and shattered me, made me collapse to ground
But I was a child, I had to be protected but why was I made strong
Even after a decade, I still wonder where did it all go wrong
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