Thursday 9 January 2014

A Child

I never liked being regard as a child.
It makes me feel vulnerable.
But considering sometimes (most of the times) I also act like a brat,
I have no say in this.
But being manhandled like I'm some hothouse flower,
Dude,
That is just overstepping the line of "crazy".

A child is innocent.
A child is naive.
A child is pure.

I am not.

I see things differently from other people.
And sometimes the overwhelming feelings get the best of me.
In the end,
All I ever wanted was to sleep.
Sleep and never wake up.

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