The Girl I Left Behind

You were the innocent one, the one that trusted, wished for the best.
You were the one that let people in, the one that let your vulnerability show.
I am not you anymore.
I am the callous one, the one that’s skeptical, the one that lost hope.
I am the one that pushes people away, the one that pretends to be strong.

You were the one that had your emotions for all to see,
let people see the scars that etched into you deeply.
That was you, that is not me.
I am the one that hides behind the word “fine”,
the one that shows off a cold hard shell—that’s me.

You scared me, scared me so much that I ran and hid.
I ran and hid from you with the desire to get away.
You searched for me, you scoured for me, and you found me.
You found me and pulled me back in, more broken than before.
I was a coward, and I messed up.

You were the little girl,
I am the adult.
You were the one that was sheltered,
I am the one that was exposed.
You and I are one in the same, but I am not you and you are not me.



When the walls crumble, and the worlds collide,
soon subject to the shadows, slowing down from a stride.
Trying to run from the insanity and stress
mental instability, outrageous distress.
Cower in fear of the unknown and hide,
or take a chance and the problem, address?

Floor shaking, earth quaking,
insecurity resurfacing, resolve flaking,
Lightning strikes, thunder roars,
But all the issues attack with a force.
How to stop from breaking,
prevent from shattering in the course?

Fall, tumble, crawl,
Life nothing unless a constant brawl.
Cries unheard in the silent dawn,
Dejected and defeated—fallen like an innocent fawn.
Is it possible to stand and last for the long haul,
or will the pieces be shattered across the lawn?

So terribly broken,
but all the words unspoken.
The strong bonds weakly break,
Praying for peace, every second, when awake.
Is there truly an escape token,
or is it simply a losing battle of give and take?