Wah Wah Wah
The child is upset
Blah blah blah
Old pain repeating.
There is no salve
I cannot reach
An open valve
Leaking her pain
Deep down below
Child in me weeps
Where I can't go
To hold her.
I grew and I am grown
She though remains
I will always own
all of my parts.
Poor little jen, broken
By experiances
I will leave unspoken
And yet she loves
I do not pity my own being
Even tho I have good reason
I am trapped in suffering
Felt in bi pokar extreams.
I wish it could be cured
I want to be a surface dweller
Joining in and being assured
That I am indeed worthwhile.
©wrennie
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