I'm my mother's - restless, running, searching for something - kid.
Chasing after innocence is to chasing after the wind.
And my inner child just wants to explore the world,
But they placed her in a casket,
moment of silence as I mourn.
Not to be morbid, "it's just time to be grown."
And you can bury the past like you can beat a dead horse,
it ain't gonna change any less, any more.
But my shrink says facing one's demons
can change a life's course.
So I pulled out a shovel, and dug out the corpse.
The wounds which were inflicted, I could no longer ignore.
Anger and hatred shifted to empathy and remorse.
In search of self forgiveness,
in order to extend it to others.
Healing the stabs of ignorance
that came from my father's fathers.
My present and my past meet face to face,
trynna make the skin that I wear feel like a safe space;
in an effort to reconcile what's left of my inner child, sorting through insecurities that disguise themselves behind a smile.
I do the healing work. Interviews with myself...
"Tell me how you're comfortable in sweaters instead of crop tops.
And how you hate it when your brother yells at your nephew because it reminds you of dad.
Oh, come on, it wasn't all that bad.
Remember the first time dad took you to the park to play ball?
Good times, like, remember when you laughed so hard, the juice came out of your nose?
Oh, how you loved sippin' on sunny delight.
Hey, play me that song, the one that helps you go to sleep the nights when mom and dad fight.
Tell me that you've cried more on sunny days and how much you love an overcast.
And that one time dad pulled out the belt, and you actually fought back."
Behind nightmares and lost dreams, in the place of Neverland.
The deepest conversations are sealed in the depths of the mind. Waiting to unfold, cus we've only started breaking the ice.
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