I was looked down on since my childhood
I was kicked and beaten in the wild woods
That judging beast that I buried not what a child would
But being weak to his feelings maybe that's what a child could
Burying the same feelings not what a child should
Then as time went by i thought I
improved for good
Oh how wrong i was and misunderstood
That self harsh judging monster still stood
Seeing him make the hairs on my skin stand
looked around to see that I was standing in the same woods, the familiar land
Suddenly the ground turned from stone to sand
Slowly getting buried, was in a desperate need of hand
I struggled and somehow made it to the solid land
After being free i started to make the run
Away from the woods and away from the sun
While running and reaching my home was fun
But inside shutting everything I asked have I really won?
Have i defeated him? and was done
But when I told everyone else about it i realised that I was the only one
Only I could see him and he couldn't be seen by none
That's when I heard a dim knock
The anxiety building with every seconds, tik tok
Then I overcame my fear and opened the lock
In front of the door there stood a strange group of papers in flock
When I read them it stopped the time and the clock
Strangely ,these papers called themselves a book
Inside of them a world of the very pure look
Inside of them the thoughts weren't uncooked
Inside of them was a world that was un shook
Un shook from all the judging sharp hooks
Inside of them a perspective that I overlooked