⪻Poem #26⪼
I remember those times
When I still quiver,
From the words I never want to listen
And stomps that makes me shiver,
About your moodiness
And your temper,
You can't seem to handle
Or have control over.
I've learned to numb my thoughts
Pretend I'm absolutely undisturbed,
When you try to shake me
Or when you lose your sanity,
I've grown and made myself a shield
Of withered flowers from a dead field,
I'm still scared to this day
It seems that I still can't get away...
