March 15, 2023.



fits like a glove

I said I will not be yelled at
Scolded like the child that I was
When you were once stronger, once bigger, once smarter

No, Iím afraid Iíve grown into my motherís anger
Fits like a glove, youíd be surprised -
What a scared child can shed when they find their spine

I tell my friend that this behavior - it is not me, not really
I just have to meet him exactly where he is
Even if it is not the most pleasant place

No, Iím afraid Iíve grown into my fatherís Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Fits like a glove, youíd be surprised -
What a scared child can shadow to get past the night

I see it as weakness all around
A child who couldnít defend themselves
Turns into an adult who wants to hold their own ground

No, Iím afraid Iíve withered into the shell of who I used to be
Still fits like a glove, as if it was waiting for me
What a scared child builds over time becomes instinct




Poetry by aidan haskel The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-03-15 at 13:23

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