Children Staring at The Walls

I come in quietly and take my sit.
I have so many questions but I can’t speck.
From my mouth come sounds that you can’t understand.

Everyone’s just walking by and staring at me.
Pointing fingers as they pass; smile and stare at me.
All the soothing words, while whispers a voice that puts me to sleep

You pick me up and spend me a round,
but there’s always this force that brings me back down.
I would tell you that I’m happy, but you wouldn’t understand.

As blue as the coy sky that goes beyond sight.
I dream up these random things in the dead of night.
I’d tell you its too dark and I’m scared but you’re sleeping.

You keep me locked and safe in this empty space.
I start to forget why I even agree to come to this place.
All the locks on the doors say I have nowhere else to go.

We fight and we’ll yell, like the ones that love do.
I make promises that break; words that fall apart and hurt you.
“No one knows anything!” I’m only thinking of myself.

You watch me tumble; I fall and break my crown.
Won’t help me up but let me look at things upset down.
Staring at a wall is like staring into a mirror.  

Mother you see what I see, the love for vomit I taste.
Father you see through me, in dirt I’ll never find a better place.
You clean me up and take me home.

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