in the making

Innocence a forgotten word
Perished at the hands of the human soul long time ago
Few words spoken and a blurred meaning always taken
It’s the same since I became verbal , does that mean I should be forsaken

To feel the gush of enormous feelings
To word those abundant emotions
Should I now be deterred even when its without malice
Or shed the fear cause anyways I would be called so callous

A free soul but forbidden boundaries surrounding it
A lack of touch A lack of response
is now only left with a deafening mindless sound
and will slowly drown itself to be never found