Childhood Poem by Jac Harper
Childhood
i am twisted
i am turned
i am flicked
i am burned
i am lifted then let fall
i am nothing much at all
in the way when out of sight
the unseen cause of every fight
inside out and upside down
back to front and round and round
never will amount to much
something to be shunned and touched
why try now to fix me up
i am just a broken cup
amongst the pile of shattered things
that being in my family means.
The feeling of never being good enough and not worthy enough to be given time by your own flesh and blood is depressing at best. What a pathetic little world full of pathetic little people messing with our childhood...I'm rambling again. I like the poem.
After your comment on my version of Childhood I decided to check your's out and wow... I honestly feel your words.
THIS IS THE BEST POEM I HAVE READ OF TITLE ''CHILDHOOD''TILL NOW..... great flow of words.....keep writting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 11:13:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
why try now to fix me up i am just a broken cup amongst the pile of shattered things that being in my family means.