Being A Child Is Not What It Seems Poem by Janette Scharenborg
Being A Child Is Not What It Seems
It was so difficult to pretend it would seem
No world of hope, no heart full of dreams
No playing ground where everyone goes
Stuck with the secrets that nobody knows
Laying in bed my heart full of fear
Drowning in my very own tears
Searching looking for love
When there is no one around
Searching for help, that I never found
Lying in bed, hoping to die
Nobody here to hear my cry
Closing my eyes wishing him gone
Holding my heart because I know its wrong
No amount of bathing to wash it away
I found out, its here to stay
Wanting my mum to protect me at night
Yearning for her arms to hold me tight
The stale smell of cigarettes and beer
Asleep but awake full of fear
Laughing or joking, or having some fun
Was never a part of being young
My world, lost hope and shattered dreams
Being a child is not what it seems.
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5/5/2024 8:56:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hello Janette, can you tell me when this poem was was it in 2015, or is that when it was uploaded