Childs play
CC BYA girl in a purple room
Butterfly stickers and a 6-foot sloth that lie on her bed she cuddled with every night
She was 9
Family means your safe right
Like a knight coming to protect you always
Till the knight takes off the mask and they show they’re not on your side
She was a little girl forced to grow up
Made fun of for playing with barbies so she stopped at 7
Children play
Sleep over and laugh
Monsters she was worried about the ones under her bed or her closet
Scared of the dark and cried after hearing a creak in the floor
She never knew human monsters were real
It began at 9 she met the monster
In her bed next to her and her sloth
She lies there stiff and confused
It continued till the age of 10
One full year of
“child's play”
Soon after she grew up very fast
She snuck mascara in her backpack in 6th grade
She felt unworthy of herself and quiet
All her loudness and energy she showed but beneath was hurt and not knowing how to express
The butterflies were gone and the room turned white
The sloth brought her too many memories
Forced to forget it
6 more years of being quiet
She saw her twice a month
And every time she seen her it's like a punch
A punch that slows the brain of thinking then speeds it back up till her legs start shaking
Anxiety isn’t real she was told
You're overreacting she was told
Until finally
She told
At peace she will never feel
Never again will that bright room come back
The sloth forever gone
She learned that monsters
Are real.
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