“(WHEN I WAS A CHILD) I was told that I was insane, seeing doctors in hospitals far away from home. LITTLE WHITE PILLS inside small transparent containers that could fit my baby teeth like seashells, I dreamed. WHEN I WAS A CHILD my mind made up things— not castles of sand, nor careless childish dreams. NOW I AM GROWN I can’t see myself anymore, behind walls of lights I painted on as a child. (BUT NOWADAYS) I cannot think back and wonder if these things ever really happened.” PoetryGrowing UpMental HealthChildhood MemoriesInternal ConflictExistential PoetrySurreal PoetryLost InnocenceEmotional ReflectionMemory And Reality Author:Laura Chouette