Children often like games
and the wounded child within plays
some vicious and long-lasting ones.
The course I have taken,
who I am and where I am,
it feels sad sometimes
where the wounded child within has led me,
I feel ashamed.
Where I am and who I am
and the fact that there is still a chance
to thrive and not just survive,
the idea that I am now conquering
the wounded child within,
I feel proud
and to all looking out for me
I feel grateful,
the wounded child is dying,
game over.
culturevultureexpress 
Beautiful poem! There is a child in everyone’s heart. Don’t let the child death!