I am an unhappy child

Paint me a pretty picture,
I’ll smile for a while,

Then turn around and remember
I’m an unhappy child.

Unhappy with myself.

Unhappy with the world.

Unhappy with my choices.

Unhappy with the voices.

Unhappy that I’m wild.

For I am an unhappy child.

Some say children are blind to love.

That they do not feel anything Real.

They are blind to the fact that age doesn’t matter.

The gift of a child is beautiful.

There’s always the gift you hate.

Madison Crissinger

Madison also known with name Maddy is a 13 year old girl lived in a small town in Ohio. She started writing at the age of 5. Madison is a writer at the very young age and love to write poetry and novels.

 

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