inner child

standing in front of it and taking a look

getting closer and starting to realize

how many times my body tried to tell me,

pretty loud, that I've done the wrong compromise.

the armour of shelter is getting thick,

while I'm scratching it. just wounded,

til I see blood and escape the tears,

til I catch myself that I feel haunted.

being confused about the signs,

trying to understand and keep asking why,

what might have gone wrong

til I see pieces of the puzzle, that I hide.

now I'm chasing them, all inside of me,

to get what I need to feel free,

to just be who I'm supposed to be, 

well, lets's say

my inner child needs me