A poem for a friday. Not cheery like yesterday. Do you like this.?

Question:"the child inside"

I reserve myself to this fact,
nothing's going to change.
I embrace this hell I know,
I love this constant pain.

My tears they flow so freely,
like spring runoff icy cold.
No matter that I try so hard,
sadness pours all over me.

I know that all this anguish,
deep inside my childs head.
Even now I'm all grown up,
the pain still resides there.

I need myself to let it go,
it's easier said than done.
Been so long it's festered,
my mind is one big sore.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: "the child inside"

I reserve myself to this fact,
nothing's going to change.
I embrace this hell I know,
I love this constant pain.

My tears they flow so freely,
like spring runoff icy cold.
No matter that I try so hard,
sadness pours all over me.

I know that all this anguish,
deep inside my childs head.
Even now I'm all grown up,
the pain still resides there.

I need myself to let it go,
it's easier said than done.
Been so long it's festered,
my mind is one big sore.

Yes, trublonde needs to take a hike. Everyone's life can't be spring time and roses. Bad things do happen to good people. This sounds like my mood for once. Write on Prince....

Very good! It sorta reminds me of some of the stuff that I have written.

it's so woe is me, i would tell this person to stop wallowing and get up aand make change!! it doesn't just happen. sorry i'm not into the tortured soul stuff, it's what turns lots of people off to poetry.

I think you mean 'I've resigned myself to this fact'
Try putting a - or a , after Spring runoff
Sadness must pour out of you, not over you - that is an external thing over which you have no control, so try so hard doesn't fit.
The sentence - I know that all this anguish, deep inside my child's head. This must have a concluding bit - I think it is called a hanging participle (school memory) when you leave
a sentence high and dry like that.

I bet you hate me.

I didn't write poetry when I was young - I am sure it would have contained angst like this, I hope it is therapy for you.
You ask if we like it. Like is the wrong word to use - I empathise with you because of the pain you are suffering

Some don't realize that there are constant realities in our life that do not change. We survive them, but they can't be erased.

I think it is well done, but, there were a couple of spots when the rhythm faltered a bit. Not enough to cause damage to the poem, just enough to cause me to pause long enough to break the fluid flow that was being acheived. I liked it, even it some think it's a 'woe' poem.

my brother, you again have created a beautiful piece... i'm sorry i havent been speaking to you lately, ihad to get ready for my trip... i will post some up, will you read them? i will speak to you soon!
love ya!
~Squishy

Yes, I like it.
It's something I too can relate to.
The poem itself is lovely.
Very nice work:)