Childs Pain All Grown Up Poem by Abbe Martin

Childs Pain All Grown Up



And I’m not sure your running anymore.
From what is
That is
Or you’re just not scared
To take what is yours and start to eventually care
Coz your 7 years to late
To save me from what is and was
It is just this pain full game
Of short change and blame
But you’re the only one that gains
I’ve tired to convince my self that you could have changed
But your still playing the same old painful games
How am I meant to change when nothing has ever been simple?
Or easy to play
In you eyes nothing was without hurting people
So bye to you and your blue ribbon skies
It is time to learn how to fly
My time to start to shine
And not like you with your life of crime

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