Playground Rules

The thoughts of a person's inner child.

It's so nice to meet you,

I can't wait to be friends.

The crisp, fresh air circulating round,

Expanding the elasticity of my bones.

But you don't like me,

You don't want to be friends.

The heavy clouds that gloom over,

Crush and burden my open soul.

I can try to make you smile,

I can try to make you laugh.

The sun in my skin makes me dance,

The sound of birds that want to play too.

But your smile is twisted,

You laugh and you point.

Thunder quakes through my ribs,

The ground beneath my dreams shake.

I am not a child,

I am not at school.

You seek to mistreat me,

You seek to hurt me.

You forget inside,

I am just like you.

For there is a small child,

That just wants to be accepted.

You forget,

I am just like you.

There is no playground,

There are no rules.

Why then do you choose,

To follow such rules?

Author's Note

Just went with the flow, wasn't planned out or anything. Followed my emotions so not looking for any feedback in particular as it was a good outlet.

Reviews

[L.C. Jarrette]

Hello swollen strings...
it's so nice to meet you
I can't wait to be friends