Ghosts Of The Past

I think it’s unfair

To suggest

I use my childhood

As a shield

When, in fact,

It’s the way they act

That makes me

Unwilling

To yield

Glassy Eyed

This isn’t the most painful

She said

Or the worst hardship

I’ve endured

My armour’s doing fine

She said

Though I’m not too sure

About yours

I really tried to love you

He said

But I wasn’t good enough

It’s really not your fault

She said

My exterior is just too tough

I just cannot understand

He said

Why you have to be so combative

I’ve just been surviving for so long

She said

That I’ve forgotten how to live