The weight
I feel the weight of dread deep within my heart
What's this fear I can't forget, no matter how long or far
I push myself beyond this point to stop the child I pity
But in a way I cannot change this feeling is so heavy
I feel for a child long since lost to the decay of time
And yet I cannot erase her for she is the same as I
The lonely path she walked alone isn't what caused me to worry
Its the fact that she held it all in, no one to lighten her journey
She shyyed away from love and hate, closing in on herself
No one tried to stop or change her, for she was truly without help
And when I look at the child I pity, I can't help but to feel shame
Others suffered far worse than her, is selfishness to blame
This weight I carry is at a loss, not lessening with age
I seem to grow weaker with this luggage, as if its stealing my strength
Yet I have no right to feel such pity, that child did alright
She overcame a barren path with no one by her side
She cried alone with no one home because no one had the time
She struggled to learn and couldn't discern why loved ones made her cry
She didn't trust anyone with her deepest heart for a deeper fear
She felt ostracized and separated from almost all of her peers
But she did okay, aside from some weight, she fully survived
Well, she was alone, a stranger in her home... at least she was kind
But she hated herself behind a smile that others claimed was bright
She felt like she was breaking apart, while others said she did alright
But inside she was rotting, infested to the bone as she limped along her path
No asked if she was really okay, and if they did, how could she answer as they passed
She felt alone to the very core, hiding behind a bright smile
No one could get close to her, she was callused and felt vile
She felt her goodness was a lie like the grin painted on her face
She felt like she was an imposter sitting amongst wolves at a table lined with steaks
But she wasn't a lamb far from it, her innocence was a lie
So every sweet word felt like a knife cutting deeper towards her demise
But she was innocent, that little lamb knew nothing of the world
She only knew of its bitterness and to treat herself as others treated her
Perhaps my thinking is all wrong, that child never wanted pity
She only wanted to be loved enough to believe that she too had a right to a seat
But she was never given that chance, and I find that incredibly sad
I guess that's the part I can never forget... the acceptance she never had.
I feel this heavy weight I carry deep within my heart
This pain I can't seem to forgive or forget no matter how long or far...
12-19-25
