It’s nothing but madness,
a child bleeds sadness
and no one ever sees.
And it’s sad but true
when that child is you,
yourself, you can’t please.
That small child in me
just can’t let it be,
and let it heal with ease.
Will she ever learn,
and try to discern
that SHE, is her own disease?
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I like this piece a lot. From the beginning I liked the idea, and the rhyming of "sadness/madness" is far more interesting than the same old "love/dove" rhymes you usually see and the rhyme scheme also kept me interested.
Of course all that was secondary to the topic which I think holds some real truth. Children are easily influenced and the adults in his/her life should work to recognize and eliminate sadness like this, but sooner or later the child grows up, and hopefully can recognize that (almost) regardless of their past, they contain the power within them for a brighter future. Not as easy message, but a powerful one.
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I just want to give you a hug
after reading this.
"Will she ever learn,
and try to discern
that SHE,is her own disease?"
It's so hard for us to let go of the pain from our childhood...even as adults we carry it with us in one way or the other. By doing that we ARE our own disease!
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