Unfixable

by John A. Pewitt

An innocent child you can love,
but in a growing child you only find fault.
You use the world love, but the child sees only judgment.
You can take no delight in the child, it is broken.
The child grows, afraid to be,
locking away the soul in a prison of silence.
Always holding the key, but too afraid to use it.
Unwilling to accept, what you showed such disdain.
Spending life looking for escape from body and mind.
Always wishing, always dreaming of being someone else.
Never watching the road ahead, but always looking back hoping the truth will never catch up.
Feeling unloved and unloveable,
always pushing away, never embracing life and love.
Never letting anyone inside, lest they see,
the small child locked away so long ago.