Growing Pains
Sometimes I feel that I’m the shadow of your sun, the sides of you that are the consequence of your goodness. Sadness and rage consume me wholly; quick-tempered, slow to calm, I’m still learning what ‘too much’ looks like.
Sometimes I feel that I’m the shadow of your sun, the sides of you that are the consequence of your goodness. Sadness and rage consume me wholly; quick-tempered, slow to calm, I’m still learning what ‘too much’ looks like.
