Ode to Childhood

So, you had a childhood. That doesn't make you special, I had one too. You consume the trauma, regurgitate it so others can say if we had known we would have done something; but they did know and did nothing. Now you make sure they squirm as you stick hot needles into their consciences, let their guilt undo their platitudes, and let me watch you torture; let it cleanse me, for I am your sister and have eaten from the same bowl of trauma as you.