What I miss

I miss the innocence of being five
not knowing about the things I know now
not having the wants 
the needs 
that I have now
I miss the freedom of being six
and not being told to go do chores 
or having to babysit my siblings 
i miss the self love of being seven
and not caring what I look like
i miss the simplicity of being eight
finding joy in the woods 
and making fairy houses with other children 
I miss the honesty of being nine 
and having no secrets
that weigh down my soul 
I miss the excitement of being ten 
waking up every morning with a grin on my face 
and laughter bubbling at my lips 
I miss the forgetfulness of being eleven 
when it didn't mater if I was late or not 
everybody was happy to see me 
I miss the ease of being twelve 
when the thought of moving out was still pretty far away 
and people didn't look at me like I'm some weirdo with purple hair and RBF 

 

Inkpaw

VT

17 years old

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  • The Boxes In The Corner

    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

  • Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker