The Inner Child's Lament
I miss the way it was
When 10:00 was late
When my parents
Carried me to my room
When harmless crushes were okay
When dancing to music
Was being a superstar…
Someone tell me why
I wanted to be this age.
Why, at such a young age,
I know less about being a child,
And more about being an adult
Than any “grown-up” I know?
Sitting in the back of the room
I can’t focus.
The inner child is crying again.
Crying for all the things it never
Held so dear until now.
The fingerpaints and Kool-Aid,
Juice boxes and crayons,
Starry nights and sunny days…
But we’ve replaced fingerpaints
With textbooks,
Kool-Aid with Coke,
Juice boxes with vodka,
Crayons with pens,
Starry nights with sleepless torture,
And sunny days with hours confined.
The inner child craves
The days when we ALL mattered,
When we could play
Cops and Robbers,
Cowboys and Indians,
Duck Duck Goose…
But now the games we play
Are nothing like before.
Spin the Bottle,
I Never.
We’ve become too much.
The inner child wishes
To never have felt a hangover
To not need makeup,
To be truly happy,
To understand all you need to know,
To never have had her heart
Torn apart by someone
Who never really cared.
The inner child is sad,
Lost in memories of
Iron words and fire hot beatings,
Years of getting drunk
Just to pretend again.
Because grown-ups
Play pretend with whiskey
As mascara streaks their faces.
Because I grew up too fast
And I’m tired of who I am,
Of having to remember
Counting ribs as a walking skeleton,
Pining away as I starved myself,
The reasons I can’t sleep at night,
Everything I have ever been.
There is a demon
Screaming in my head,
The demon of yesterday.
All monsters are human,
I’ve been a monster too…
I never want to be that
Monster again.
I am afraid of myself.
Looking in the mirror,
I see what I’ve done…
And I see myself
With hollow eyes
And sharp bones.
I see myself drunk as hell,
Lipstick smeared,
Eyes dim,
Choking down six more pills
Before stumbling into my bedroom
To sleep forever.
I see the bathtub,
Soaked in my own blood,
As I tried to find my way
Out of my own Hell.
I see wild, scarred eyes,
A ten year old girl silently
Sobbing wildly on the bathroom floor
All shreds of innocence gone
In an attempt to save her sister,
To protect her broken mind.
Seeing some THING so
Broken in the mirror,
I cannot be beautiful.
The inner child is fading,
Drifting back behind my
Adolescent adulthood.
For now I’m content
With class and work,
And I am ready to love
The little things.
I am sober once again,
And I have been awhile,
Barely recognizing the me of
Nine months ago.
The greatest love I’ve ever known
Is close to me right now.
He is the light of dawn
That’s broken through
The neverending dark
Of my entire life.
He is incredible, the kind
Of perfectly imperfect
I strive to be.
I love him with all that I am,
And I’m eternally grateful
For being in his life.
He makes my own a thousand times
More brilliant.
He is everything and nothing,
Constantly contradicting himself.
But in my eyes
He is one of the best things
Anyone could ask for.
And in and out of day and night
As I consulted the inner child for advice,
I have learned but one positive thing
After all this hell, but one bright
Point in her lamentations:
The inner child loves him as well.