Mature | #NaPoWriMo | Day 8

I panicked, shook and scrambled
A knot in my heart, fiercely tangled
Wasn’t something new, I know
Friendly faces started becoming foe
It’s not a tale of rights or wrongs
But, written waiting for a happier song
One where the world could be halted
And my wounds would never be salted
Understanding the thin line was all it took
To close the chapter and bury the book
Trust me it wasn’t easy or will ever be
But I have got to be mature for them to see

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