You were my fighter and protector.
When I grew you became my best friend.
I always felt I could count on you.
Then my first day of school came.
I started to notice things.
I realized that you were actually mean.
As years went on the scars grew deeper.
I was afraid to leave and became trapped.
The yells got louder and the tears became harder.
The bonds became stronger and darker.
The shadows haunted my dreams.
One night I had a dream free of bondage.
It was happy and sunny and beautiful.
I awoke to find myself trapped still in darkness.
It inspired away the fear and grew hope.
So I left you tragically alone in your misery.
But my days are always sunny and filled with honey now.