- my poetry · 1) EVERYTHING

I Can’t Be the Only One

I grew up with parents 
I grew up with love 
I grew up with money 
And faith in Above 
 
But I can feel shattered 
And I can feel damned 
My home isn’t broken 
But sometimes I am 
 
When I build these walls up 
There’s no one to blame 
So I keep them clouded
To hide them’s my game 
 
There’s naught in my childhood 
To warrant the scars 
I don’t have excuses 
Or memories dark 
 
But you mustn’t judge me 
For breaking inside 
Cause all of my demons 
Are here in my mind
 
© Vicky Morrison
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