Dear Inner Child
There seems to be some sort of confusion. As, when I say, we need that, She simply nods and does the opposite. I know she heard me, Then what did persuade her into such delusion! Unresponsive or naive, What must I call her? Wait a bit, am I even making sense? If I am not, then clarify. As I feel like falling into a limbo that is spiraling and oh so dense. I want her to bother me with her questions, Rather just nod and do the opposite in the end. I want us both to find a way together, Rather just to point fingers at each other and offend. These intricate threads, that binds the world together, making everyone dance like puppets. I have always come to the rescue, to restrain her from frowning, and drowning into this pool of trinkets. I know you are scared, but not scarred to the extent which is undoable. Hope is what I shower upon you, Immense hope, and presumably enough to fight all the demons. I assure you, I will be there beside you, whenever you stumble. I know those eyes carry ...
