A Cringy, Unfinished(?) Poem

The water is clear

But my past is stained

You look in my eyes

And all you see is pain

I was a naive child

Yet it was by your design

I loved it all

And that was my crime

I was buried

Deep below the earth

But they didn’t know I was a seed

And I grew with mirth

I grew and I grew

Leaving my sadness behind

Yet still, I feel the ache

As it passes, all this time

I will always be an addict, I buzz with the temptation

And I will always feel the pull

But I am not as I was five years ago,

Young and gullible

Over time I have healed

Over time I have grew

I was able to cut out the bad people I once knew