A world, of hushed cries, there were, so many, cries, from different children, adults, from ALL around me, it’d become, too difficult, for me, to SINGLE any voice out now.
A world, of hushed cries, I was raised in, I’d, muffled myself up, hid underneath the covers of my childhood nights, and, sobbed, silently, because nobody can, and would, or even, take the time, to hear me out!
A world, of hushed cries, they’re all, growing up in now, there’s no doubt, and, because NO adult IS intelligent enough (as they’d lost, more than T-H-A-T, becoming adults!) to even take a note of what’s going on, and that, would be why, those cries will remain, hushed, and unheard of…
A world, of hushed cries, it was, too painful, to look back on now, even AS an adult, saying that growing up like that never hurt, would be, totally, false. A world, of hushed cries, I will NOT, allow my own, to grow up in, because I’d grown up like that, and, it was, too hard, it had, killed me, and, so, now that I’m a parent, I will NEVER, allow my own offspring’s cries, to be unheard.
Life, the Obstacle Course 