Loneliness is encapsulating.
The feeling of absolute confusion and a terrible sense of loss overcome.
Where has all this come from?
I think of the little girl, who didn’t say anything, who had no boundaries.
Who delt with problems as if they were temporary
Because life is too hard to deal with and people are too scary
And I know this feeling, I identify with it, I live it, I am it
I think of the little boy, who was raised amongst a family who didn’t provide the love he needed
Who hid in his room waiting for the gunshots to end
And I know this boy, he identifies with it and lives it..still
Trauma is held within the soft tissues of our body--didn’t you know?
I think of the girl who grew up with the american dream and was drastically surprised to the disappointing reality
Who always wanted her daddy’s love but never truly got it
We never get over these kinds of things, we just learn to deal with them
And then, I think...