Not My Eyes
Its late at night when the demons come,
I have no where to hide, no place to run
I have to live and relive each box that i closed,
as memories come back i remember all my fears and woes.
You took so much from me at such a young age
my innocence striped bare my emotions exposed,
I try to be strong, not shed any tears
but reliving my nightmares, brings back all my fears.
That innocent wee girl just looking for a safe place,
from the kicks and the slaps for having the wrong face
but I met with the devil with my own brown eyes,
as i tried to understand the meaning behind all the lies.
I was branded a liar who only thought of herself,
who wanted to break the family because i was so bad,
I cant understand it that mum never saw,
that my body was broken and my eyes were just sad.
So I was punished at home for not having thier eyes,
but i was only a child, i never knew the whys
Why could you both not just send me away,
rather than be blamed for your sins day after day.
I have to stand on my own now and fight to the end,
and get justice for the wee girl and try to start to mend.
Copyright © Tracy Storrier | Year Posted 2017
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