Growing Up // By : Melissa H.
Growing up
He never had people
Who would stick around
He's ashamed to say
that his own mother neglected him
And that she
Never saved his childhood
From the disgrace of the face
That haunted him for days…
Maybe even still to this day
Nightmares in his mind every day
About the days
When he would watch his siblings being beaten
At such a young age
His mothers tears stained her face
Oh those days...they are gone now
But he still hears the echoing screams of
his mother, sister, brothers… And himself
At the hands of the man
Who never let him be a child
He was only 6 years old when
His mother left
Packed up...took his youngest brother
And left him here...alone
To survive in this harsh world
He's only 14 now
The strongest person I know
His face full of scars
That show
He's a survivor….
A survivor of the cruel world
To this day he still believes that
Everyone who he has ever loved
Sees him as a disgrace…
someone who shouldn't be in this place
Each day
He faces a new terror
whenever a hand is raised
He flinches
For he is afraid
That that hand
Might strike him
And leave bruises on his face
When people ask him
How he's so strong
He says
That he has to be strong
Because the world is cold
And you have to sometimes face obstacles on your own
“Everyone's got his back like they say”
He believes that that is one of the biggest lies ever told
In this world
positivity is rarely ever shown
So to block the hurt and the pain
That he gains every day
He believes that
Himself is the only friend
That he will ever know
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