Childhood
I
I grew up unprotected from the filth,
That covers this world like a plague.
My childhood was darkened by a shroud,
Thrown over me to hide the truth.
Sunlight peeked through occasionally,
But never more than a day at a time.
The darkness always returned,
At the end of every day.
II
I ran away without ever leaving my room,
I created my own world within my mind.
I tried so hard to be different,
From everyone I knew.
I submerged myself in a protective shell,
And hid my feelings from view,
My childhood had become my own private hell.
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