Young Cherub

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this as kind of a boosting poem, it's pretty dark, but if you're going through this, it's pretty relate able.
This is really old, and I wrote it when I was like, 13?
So, please, don't think this reflects me.
Enjoy :)

Submitted: May 13, 2014

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Young Cherub,
Stifled in your hushed lament
Drenched it the tears of your eyes,
Wading in the waters of your sorrow.

Young Cherub,
You weren’t expected to cry.
You did.
A lot.
You were obliged to keep intact
The ideal blood-relation illusion
That everything is fine.

Young Cherub,
You were to keep this
Charade alive
For the sake of your mother and father
And your siblings.

Young Cherub,
You kept from them the fact 
That every evening
You dispatch your make-up
Into lace patterns
Unto your cheeks.

Young Cherub,
Your life blood yearns to
Scream and yell and shout…
Alas, no one can hear you,
Nor do they want to.

Young Cherub,
People tell you everything
Will be fine…
They don’t have a
Clear understanding enough
Of much.

But, young Cherub,
Here is what I do know…
In life, in order to get by, you must…
Lie.
Lie to yourself.
Lie to the world.
Just smile and act like everything is okay.


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