The Root

You cannot do it.

You failed.

I am ashamed of you.

What? Do you think that's good enough?

What do you want?

Can't you see I'm busy?

I don't have time for this.

Why can't you be like everyone else?

And with these words, a child hides.

He hides in his books.

He hides in his blankets.

He hides his tears behind smiles.

And it starts.

The roots have started to grow.

Secrecy. Shame. A constant outward search for inner peace.

And it starts.

A family who was to protect

has created a blackness,

a darkness.

And the roots of his pain take hold over his soul.

Through his smile he cries.

And begins his wandering journey on the path they've created.

The restless, hurt, wandering, addicted soul.