When I was young
My head was full of dreams
Of fantasies
My eyes
Shown
And glimmered
My mouth
Constantly moving
Spitting out ideas
Then I grew up
My head became full
Of more important things
My problems and issues
My eyes dimmed
Until there was barely even
A flicker
My mouth
Snapped shut
My ideas
Trapped inside
Now here I am
No longer
The happy
Bubbly
Girl
I was
I'm not sure how I feel about this poem, I don't think it's really good but I really wanted to participate in this challenge. :)
All times my heart has
Broken into pieces
I can’t breathe
No matter how hard I try
I’m still gasping for air
Drowning in the silence
Or in the noise
My own mind
Suffocating me
They say
America was raised
By our founding fathers
And I'm sure it was
But what about it's mothers
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