Created: Jul 24, 2018,

Last modified: Jul 16, 2019, 15:11

Their cursed mind
What shall you do Broken children?
Their fears are coming to life
Their blood is boiling,
Their eyes are changing
Their claws are showing,
Their voice is changing
Their skin is breaking
They can’t run
They can’t hide from themselves
The broken children in them can’t wait to play
What shall you do Broken children?
What shall you do?

The answer
There are so many things we hope to fix
This is why we are rather anxious to be and not be seen, I question if we as a collective are ready, and to
be honest some of us don’t know
They want to fix and show
the best of them. Not the perfect
Them, “but a human us”. So much I want.
to repair me. So much I have to fix about myself.