Bright colors,

Friendly plastic,

Smiling faces,

Always surrounding me,

This is the safe harbor of my childhood,

Nothing to hurt me,

A protective shield of innocence,

Laughter echoing through my ears,

Games and fun are my priorities,

Imagination brilliantly displayed without fear,

Love comes easy,

Crayons sliding across the paper,

Dreaming about the future.


Whispers make their way toward my thin exterior,

Grasping what's left,

Like leeches,

Sucking my self-confidence,

Making my posture slump,

As more vines grab me tighter,

Coming faster now,

They enjoy my agony,

I have no one to turn to,

Their words are,



Killing me.