You’re the kid
Who didn’t have anxiety
Growing up
You’re the kid
Who was never abused
Parents didn’t lay a finger on me
You’re the kid
Who didn’t fit in your Christian family
Black sheep
You’re the kid
Who saw everyone else suffer
But not you
…not you…
The few friends you had
When they left, were they worthy?
Or did you fuck it up again?
Your faith is misfired, again
Schizophrenic
A brittle child and a brute
Did you spare your skin the razor
Just to cut your heart on glass?
Chew and swallow every shard
You’re four drinks in tonight, Jack
Your mind on repeat
Thinking of lost things
…fleeting things…
Jason Mraz serenades your
Buzzed mind
“I Won’t Give Up”
That was “the song” for her
You gave up Jack
Pour the fifth glass
You’re just a kid
Playing catchup on anxiety
Growing old
You’re just a kid
Savoring every sharp word
Disappointment
You’re just a kid
Quitting faith when it’s hard
Begging for love when you’re alone
You’re just a kid
Suffering and nobody sees you
Just me
…yeah…
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Aww. This piece took me to a sorrowful soul, longing to feel loved and accepted. I hope the subject can find value and worth in himself- well deserved for each of us.