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I am a child still

Thoughtlessly optimistic at times

Heartlessly cruel at others

I am grown, but not fully.

There is a desert oasis of emotions inside of me

Pulling like tides to be brought out,

Paraded around and over analysed

I shuffle through the keepsake box

of my memories, riffle around and categorise

Only to step through the same process again another time



I voice my opinions too loudly still,

To vehemently

TO have them taken with any sincerity

And when something makes me feel small,

I want to, in turn unleash

This distasteful feeling on someone else.



Inside my heart, goodness lurks

Awaiting the day that I grow the wings I so

Desperately need.

Occasionally it shines itself through the brash

Uncouth bravado I encase it in.

And I know its there

I know its there

Waiting,

Waiting...



I am a child still

Thoughtlessly optimistic

Heartlessly cruel



4-23-04

3:03 pm