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Old Soul
Was once a little girl living in a adult filled world,
A child that felt like an old woman,
With a heart that's worn out and misunderstood.
Surrounded by grown ups I was taught to do as I was told.
Be responsible,
Be respectable,
Be beautiful,
Never be ungrateful.
Don't ever cause trouble or you'll get in trouble.
Have you found what I've lost?,
Searched for what I've been missing?,
Seen my none existent childhood?,
Witnessing what it's truly like?,
To be an old soul?.
Have you found what I've lost?,
Searched for what I've been missing?,
Seen my none existent childhood?,
Witnessing what it's truly like?,
To be an old soul?.
Been misread as weird all of my life as I could never relate to those who were my age.
Never had any time to play with the other kids as I was dealt with responsibilities.
Eccentricities became something I love,
Fantasies were my escape from reality,
And telling stories were my way of understanding things.
Have you found what I've lost?,
Searched for what I've been missing?,
Seen my none existent childhood?,
Witnessing what it's truly like?,
To be an old soul?.
Have you found what I've lost?,
Searched for what I've been missing?,
Seen my none existent childhood?,
Witnessing what it's truly like?,
To be an old soul?.
Loneliness became the only thing I truly knew,
Dying inside as I'd always fail at trying to find a friend.
Could it be that they only saw a freak?
Or
Could it be that they just pretended that I was never there?.
In the end music was my only lover,
It was my guilty pleasure.
Writing was my voice,
It freed my mind.
Dancing was my passion,
It freed my body and soul.
Have you found what I've lost?,
Searched for what I've been missing?,
Seen my none existent childhood?,
Witnessing what it's truly like?,
To be an old soul?.
Have you found what I've lost?,
Searched for what I've been missing?,
Seen my none existent childhood?,
Witnessing what it's truly like?,
To be an old soul?.
A child that felt like an old woman,
With a heart that's worn out and misunderstood.
Surrounded by grown ups I was taught to do as I was told.
Be responsible,
Be respectable,
Be beautiful,
Never be ungrateful.
Don't ever cause trouble or you'll get in trouble.
Have you found what I've lost?,
Searched for what I've been missing?,
Seen my none existent childhood?,
Witnessing what it's truly like?,
To be an old soul?.
Have you found what I've lost?,
Searched for what I've been missing?,
Seen my none existent childhood?,
Witnessing what it's truly like?,
To be an old soul?.
Been misread as weird all of my life as I could never relate to those who were my age.
Never had any time to play with the other kids as I was dealt with responsibilities.
Eccentricities became something I love,
Fantasies were my escape from reality,
And telling stories were my way of understanding things.
Have you found what I've lost?,
Searched for what I've been missing?,
Seen my none existent childhood?,
Witnessing what it's truly like?,
To be an old soul?.
Have you found what I've lost?,
Searched for what I've been missing?,
Seen my none existent childhood?,
Witnessing what it's truly like?,
To be an old soul?.
Loneliness became the only thing I truly knew,
Dying inside as I'd always fail at trying to find a friend.
Could it be that they only saw a freak?
Or
Could it be that they just pretended that I was never there?.
In the end music was my only lover,
It was my guilty pleasure.
Writing was my voice,
It freed my mind.
Dancing was my passion,
It freed my body and soul.
Have you found what I've lost?,
Searched for what I've been missing?,
Seen my none existent childhood?,
Witnessing what it's truly like?,
To be an old soul?.
Have you found what I've lost?,
Searched for what I've been missing?,
Seen my none existent childhood?,
Witnessing what it's truly like?,
To be an old soul?.
Published 9th Feb 2016
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9th Feb 2016 5:36am
damn rocky jay jay always so deep . amazing write ,like i said i wish i could protect your soul and give you a break , you deserve it ! strong good heart my friend
9th Feb 2016 5:48am
Thank you penz for the sweet comment.
I came up with this earlier when I was listening to " Childhood" by Michael Jackson and it reminded me of both loneliness he felt in that song while at the same time reminding me of the loneliness of what it was like for my childhood as well.
Thanks for reading :)
I came up with this earlier when I was listening to " Childhood" by Michael Jackson and it reminded me of both loneliness he felt in that song while at the same time reminding me of the loneliness of what it was like for my childhood as well.
Thanks for reading :)
10th Feb 2016 9:38pm
Wow,
Rocky, First I have to tell you this made me tear up. Your words are so pure and true and most of all I can relate. Sometimes that unfortunate weight of growing up too fast can cause so much hurt..
Your strength always shines through , and this was amazing. Hugs~ Winter
Rocky, First I have to tell you this made me tear up. Your words are so pure and true and most of all I can relate. Sometimes that unfortunate weight of growing up too fast can cause so much hurt..
Your strength always shines through , and this was amazing. Hugs~ Winter
10th Feb 2016 11:15pm
Thank you so much for reading this piece mocha.
And yeah it can be kind of sad at times when I wish I could've had a better, more wholesome childhood, but I wouldn't really change it because it made me who I am today: strong.
I thought of this when I was listening to Michael Jackson's " Childhood" which is a song about him.
And it reminded me of how much pain I felt growing up so in the poem I'm technically talking about both my childhood and his as well.
Thanks for reading :)
And yeah it can be kind of sad at times when I wish I could've had a better, more wholesome childhood, but I wouldn't really change it because it made me who I am today: strong.
I thought of this when I was listening to Michael Jackson's " Childhood" which is a song about him.
And it reminded me of how much pain I felt growing up so in the poem I'm technically talking about both my childhood and his as well.
Thanks for reading :)
11th Feb 2016 4:38am
Ms Jackson,
I have heard this in more than a couple of your writes. You as an outsider feeling a little separated and different from your peers.
The necessity for growing up quicker and taking on responsibilities earlier. I know that this is what made you the strong independent woman you are..
I still wish you could have had the time to spend as a little girl.
Love and respect for you dear.
Keith
I have heard this in more than a couple of your writes. You as an outsider feeling a little separated and different from your peers.
The necessity for growing up quicker and taking on responsibilities earlier. I know that this is what made you the strong independent woman you are..
I still wish you could have had the time to spend as a little girl.
Love and respect for you dear.
Keith
11th Feb 2016 5:28am
True, I have touched on that subject a few times in my past writes and I guess the reason why is because I try to make the reader understand why I feel that way.
And it did make me a strong and independent woman so despite the fact that I didn't have the kind of normal, wholesome, real childhood that I wish at times I could've had I think it worked out in my favor and showed me that things happen for a reason and that I wouldn't change my life for anything whether good or bad.
Thanks for reading Keith really appreciate it :)
And it did make me a strong and independent woman so despite the fact that I didn't have the kind of normal, wholesome, real childhood that I wish at times I could've had I think it worked out in my favor and showed me that things happen for a reason and that I wouldn't change my life for anything whether good or bad.
Thanks for reading Keith really appreciate it :)
29th Feb 2016 5:46am
Ahhh, MsRockyJackson luv ~ :-*
I can relate to this; childhood is stolen from us in so many ways, ne c'est pas?
You have captured the aching otherness of it so well here, luv. Your words are poignant and convey the aloneness, the loneliness, that feeling of having one's nose pressed up against the glass, mayhap, never quite allowed in...never fitting in...
You've written it with excruciating precision and keen awareness and this is somewhat you do with exquisite perception and discernment, luv. :-*
I see you and I feel this. I know this...
I can relate to this; childhood is stolen from us in so many ways, ne c'est pas?
You have captured the aching otherness of it so well here, luv. Your words are poignant and convey the aloneness, the loneliness, that feeling of having one's nose pressed up against the glass, mayhap, never quite allowed in...never fitting in...
You've written it with excruciating precision and keen awareness and this is somewhat you do with exquisite perception and discernment, luv. :-*
I see you and I feel this. I know this...
29th Feb 2016 6:31am
Thank you so much Savaja for taking the time to read this and leaving such a very beautiful comment I really do appreciate it.
I wrote this with all honesty about what it was like growing as a kid and honestly I didn't really have much of a childhood for so many reasons that I would rather just say look at my previous poems like " Pretty Hurts", " To Make My Father Proud", " Outcast", " Story Of My Life" etc. that describe what I went through as a child.
I'm also glad you can relate to this.
Thanks for reading :)
I wrote this with all honesty about what it was like growing as a kid and honestly I didn't really have much of a childhood for so many reasons that I would rather just say look at my previous poems like " Pretty Hurts", " To Make My Father Proud", " Outcast", " Story Of My Life" etc. that describe what I went through as a child.
I'm also glad you can relate to this.
Thanks for reading :)
29th Feb 2016 9:02am
I went and read those other poems of yours ~` some I'd read before but read again for they are well worth re-reading, luv. They, along with others of your poems, tell a stark story of your childhood, one of loneliness, ostracism, and too much responsibility too early.
I feel we share some commonalities of experience though twas my grandfather rather than my father I could never please. But, then, I never knew my father and my grandfather really was the only father I ever knew or had and he was an exceedingly difficult man in many ways...
I am glad you found beauty in my comment and solidarity as well. I think, mayhap, if we'd known each other and lived near one another (and been the same age :-p), we might have been friends, capable of understanding each other, undaunted by eccentricities and differences. :-*
I feel we share some commonalities of experience though twas my grandfather rather than my father I could never please. But, then, I never knew my father and my grandfather really was the only father I ever knew or had and he was an exceedingly difficult man in many ways...
I am glad you found beauty in my comment and solidarity as well. I think, mayhap, if we'd known each other and lived near one another (and been the same age :-p), we might have been friends, capable of understanding each other, undaunted by eccentricities and differences. :-*
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2nd Dec 2016 1:57am
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2nd Dec 2016 2:46am
Thank you once again for reading my work.
I wrote this in order to let out how I felt growing up the way I did.
Don't get me wrong I'm not saying at all that my life is so terrible or whatever guilt trip crap.
I'm pretty much just letting the readers into past and what it was like for me to grow up lonely and had to basically be grown up so young.
I wrote this in order to let out how I felt growing up the way I did.
Don't get me wrong I'm not saying at all that my life is so terrible or whatever guilt trip crap.
I'm pretty much just letting the readers into past and what it was like for me to grow up lonely and had to basically be grown up so young.
