• _simi__ 9w

    The child

    Happy and carefree
    Oblivious to the troubles of the world
    Its innocence is contagious
    Making men and women wish for it
    The child is not young
    It's only trapped in the body of an old pod
    They won't see that, or will they?
    They ask the pod to grow
    And earn and take responsibilities far too much for it
    It never was the child's fault
    It didn't ask to be brought to this world
    When all these gets too much for it, it starts breaking
    And the pod becomes a shell; nothing but a shell!
    The child finds a hiding place deep in the recess of the pod's mind
    Want to know when it comes out?
    When do children come out to play!?