You see it in the my eyes, <br />The walls are built up on me. <br />Delightness will replaced my guiltiness, <br />When my childhood dies. <br /> <br />Afraid to show surprising face because of my shame of be young and dumb. <br />It's best to hold your tongue, <br />When my childhood dies. <br /> <br />Uniqueness deemed unwisely on <br />One’s life must it fit in. <br />And wear a different skin, <br />When my childhood dies. <br /> <br />Behind adult disguise, <br />A too tight gown. <br />All naturalness shut down, <br />When my childhood dies. <br /> <br />You see it in the eyes, <br />At nine or eight. <br />Before, if that's their fate, <br />When my childhood dies soon.<br /><br />Evevona Plummer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-my-childhood-dies/
