I could sit here and write another poem about all these masterful things.

This superficial life, and the joy it seems to bring.

But, instead i'll give you the truth about me and my life.

It's hard to fathom the words but sit back as I try…

 

When I was young I could describe the hole in my heart.

Left open to be victimized by my gender counterpart.

Father was in jail, mother doing the best she could.

What don’t have to be explained is perfectly understood.

Life got no better as the drama maximized.

A fatherless girl with false hope in her eyes.

Her life is only beginning to get rough.

Just pack your bags and run away love…

 

She cries, as this boy she loves hands clash with her face.

A victim of abuse but a word she won’t say.

It’s okay… it won’t happen again.

Now another statistical bitter girl no one will defend.

Her heart is closed and under seeming construction.

Til she meets another, she’s convinced that she loves him.

She goes to his house just them all alone.

By the time she leaves her innocence is gone.

Involuntarily taken. The screams didn’t help.

No one around so she cries to herself.

Mentality forever damaged and just going through stuff.

Just pack your bags and run away love…

 

Trapped in a world locked, loaded, and ready to attack.

Ahh succeeding 3 steps forward then back 10 she retracts.