“I am not a child anymore, I have grown up”
I tell myself
“I know what to do; I can tend to my own wounds”
To all others I say
I have the armour – the shell I have for myself
Then how are they turning into my weakness
I know not and I hate these changes
Give me the strength to rise up again
And begin everything anew, afresh
For certain things that I left behind
Revisit to haunt, like they never left.
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