I Was Only a Little Girl
Curled up in a ball in the corner, down on
bended knee, waiting for a sign that someone
could hear me. No sounds were made,
no words were said.
I was just an alone child with a
cross to bear instead.
Heart broken, fragile picture perfect images,
of a tragic past and misguided souls.
Because of your influence,
I am the way that I am today,
too angry to love completely,
and too scared to say...
...what I really feel.
Oh, when will I heal?
Too guilty to think about me,
and too sad to really see,
all the good I'd been through-
Where were you?
I understand that you are here today,
and I find that ok,
but for arguments sake, did you ever
think what you had at stake?
A loving wife, and beautiful kids,
did you know when you came home,
in the corner I hid?
I would create drama's
to distract mom even more,
I made things even worse,
and then I was the bad girl.
With perfect long brown curls,
big deep doe eyes,
apprehensive to be myself,
wearing a disguise.
Believing empty promises...
-only lies.
A child should feel innocent and wear
sunny smiles on their lips,
not being chastised.
I was hurting while crying,
running while hiding,
having to take sides.
I grew up needing so much from
others for my own happiness.
But nothing is ever good enough...
-for me.
Because I don't deserve happiness,
not like they do.
I get sad from time to time,
and think I'll go out of my mind,
but the tears just don't solve,
all the years with no love,
-from him.
Curled up in a ball in the corner,
down on bended knee...
waiting for a sign that someone
could hear me.
alone-
waiting there...
with only a childhood cross to bear.
In The Corner Contest
Date Written: April 5, 2016
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2016
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