Repressed Child
Shaken up because of it, ever since I was a young kid
How could he, whom I once considered family, my own blood,
How could he, do that to me?
Although I was still just a kid,
I grew up at the age of five
His cold, unloving hands touched my body and made me cry
He scared me, He tore apart my heart and made me see life in a vengeful way
And Ever since that age, I've wanted him dead
I've wanted him to suffer, Just like I had
He took away my chlidhood, and he took away my self-respect
It took years of trying different ways, for me to get that back
Finally, I found poetry
And I was able to write everything I could not say
My dark past, my secret that was hidden deep inside,
It was finally freed from my mind
The burden I held onto for so long,
finally escaped because of words that I could not speak aloud
I was able to be happy, to bring back the child I had repressed for so long
The one who had grew up so young
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