To a mother, the feeling of being stabbed in the back is a treasured ghost
One minute, it's here, apparent and known
The pain increases every second and you become paralyzed by the person committing the crime
Then it's gone.
After some time, you dissociate yourself with everyone and everything related
But then , after enough time has passed, you're being haunted by the events that occurred
You find yourself in the same situation
Meeting someone, then getting to know them
Then eventually trusting them.
It's a trap!
Waiting on these events to happen again.
Never able to live in peace
Only fear.Fear of loosing it again.
A fake smile clouds to minds of others
Fooling them to think you've moved on, you're fine
But on the inside you're inside a horror movie.
Ducking and dodging things just to stay alive
Fighting with your conscious because it's telling you to live and learn
to embrace the future and forget the past
Instead you rebel, disobey
and before you know it,
the baby is born.