Child

How can I face the world

When monsters roam 'round?

This world is so blurry,

And I'm making no sound.

 

These monsters are huge

Much greater than I

But as I stand scared

They comfort with lies

 

They gave me no wisdom

Just tasteless advice

To a child like me

Who tries to be nice

 

Nobody is there

When I fall on the ground

They yell and they scream

You're making a sound!

 

It's hard to fit in

When this world is unclear

These monsters are strong

And they sense my big fears

 

So I live in this world

Scared and alone

And I'm just a child

Who is on her own

 

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