miercuri, 30 septembrie 2020

The dysfunctional child

 If you see a dysfunctional child roaming round the house

Just tell her that her mother is waiting home for her

That's probably all she wants to hear.

 I don't know when it first happened 

I think it was happening since forever

I don't know which loss made the young woman regress

To the state of a child

Now her squeaky voice sounds insufferable to herself

And, when she looks in the mirror, she feels silly for wearing

Grown-up clothes,

She hasn't left the house for months because it feels so hard

To talk to other people

Now her mind is an empty playground

Where no one comes to join her.

She has found excuses in everything

Not to restart the climbing

She think tomorrow is a better day to begin:

Tomorrow it is not tired, tomorrow is the same

But better.