Lamentate: Fragile e conciliante

Truth Hurts

When I was 7 years old I held the world on my shoulders
I took my secret and created a rock in my head
I swallowed it deep and felt the welt in my stomach
I told myself Iíd never let it come up again, and thatíd be the end
Only it wasnít the only thing I ever swallowed
Anything bad that ever happened, Iíve swallowed too
Now all I do is internalize my deepest emotions out of fear
And I explode at anyone who pushes me for answers, because I have none to give
Itís so automatic, I donít know what to do without it, or how to stop it.

Words by L3fty
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Written on 2022-05-01 at 10:52

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
A good poem, that resonated with my own unhappy childhood; and yes, Allan is wise in his comments - but some things still go deep.

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An honest poem that expresses part of the protagonist's personality. An enlightening read.

My view is when there are things we do not know how to deal with it is often a wise course to let them be, look at them again in the future (minutes, weeks, months, even years). They will never be the same again - as we won't either. :) Seven is an age where we will not have mastered the logic button in any case.