They told me to be a child

Because that’s as good as I’ll ever be.

Crying for my mom knowing that

No matter how much I begged & cried

She wouldn’t be able to see.

I try to call my dad,

But “father” wasn’t in my vocabulary.

Couldn’t sleep at night because of my late night reality.

Poor little girl,

I could see that look in their eyes.

Pitying every feeling

They knew I felt inside.

They never wondered why,

I would be so scared

At the girl in the picture,

At the man over there.

Standing like a tower,

Weak and scum.

You face your battles head on,

You’re not supposed to run.

But run I did.

To think the thoughts I thought,

That was no mind of kid’s.

Few years later & I’m just a bit messed up.

Diagnosed with every word that means sadness

In the book.

But I keep living with art & beauty on my mind.

I kept searching for a peace I knew I would never find.

During times like this,

There’s always look for blame.

Everybody points fingers because

They are all ashamed.

But who cares how you look?

You can’t take back all the things he took.

So, you’ll leave me abandoned

& you know what he’ll see?

How easily he took away my family.