My inner child,
voices in her head go wild,
when she thinks of her terrors under her bed,
her paranoid thoughts go through her head,
its not the terrors of childhood,
its the unanswered terrors an adult could,
face when she grows older,
when life requires independence, where's the shoulder,
to cry on, the voice to soothe,
to ensure every move,
where the guide on the ride,
the person at the bottom of the slide.
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