Thoughts on Growing UpThoughts on Growing UpThoughts on Growing Up18 hours ago in Free Verse
I exist more inside of my mind
Than in reality.
I am not sure what I am trying to find.
I think I am trying to lose
I liked the sing song of nursery rhymes
Before I knew the story behind them.
I liked the way the world looked
Before I could read between its lines.
They sound nothing like my little kid lullabies.
Everything seems to remind me
Of how it will never be
What I wished it was.
I thought growing up was supposed to make me stand tall.
My veins are roots
Digging themselves into the ground.
But nobody ever warned me
Of the tree snapping
And I feel like a little kid,
I’ve got bright eyes and scraped up knees.
The scratches so alive and raw.
You use grown up band aids
To cover up your wide eyed dreams.
But I was never one for reality.
Keep your band aids.
I’ll make my own way to the Neverland
That I dreamed of.
I’ll make my own lullaby.
Hetalia x Abused!Child!Reader: PrussiaWarning: . . . Prussia.Hetalia x Abused!Child!Reader: Prussia1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters
“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).”
You dug your hand around the bag, feeling something soft and wispy tickle your fingertips. You pulled it out—a yellow feather.
Someone did a spit-take.
The man who performed this act was heard gasping and coughing in the back, and everyone turned to the red-eyed, white-haired Prussian who stood. “Z-zat is mine,” His voice came out choked, still coughing from before. “Hallo, frau. I—I’m Gilbert Beilschmidt.”
Gott…I have a child to take care of now.
“Oh, mein Gott…” The blonde sighed, digging around the bag before coming up with his necklace. “Meeting adjourned. Take vhatever you put in ze bag, und I vill see you all in France next time…”
“Good luck, love,” Arthur said behind you, patting your back as Gilbert got his stuff together and came to officially meet you. “I’ll, uh, try to visit, a