My parents lied to me They still lie to me Is it for my good? I don't know

When I was five I was unstable A little ticking bomb Who had to go away from the others

They did not want to drown They did not want to hear my cries My parents lied and said that every- Thing was alright

It was not It is not

There was a storm inside of me A tempest A hurricane A real storm

It wanted things it could not name It ached for things out of reach It moaned for companions who would not come near It was painful, but it was mine

But parents often lie They said that everything was going To be fine That I was alright

All I had to do was not cry To bottle up those emotions To make stupid symbols on my desk To think about happy things

I could not hold the storm Those eights never gave me calm There was nothing I considered "happy" to call my own And so I cried

And the storm grew inside me I grew cold I grew old And I keep it inside to be

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(I dunno, I just wasn't happy with the other prompt I did today. Also, it sucks heck that I can't do older prompts on the computer ToT. Come on dear Daily Prompt, please and thank you.)