So afraid and alone, I can’t go back.
I feel so scared, and out of control.
I long for his touch even with the pain
Like a drug addict I am used to the abuse.
Ignore it like rock in the ground, but that rock
It has feelings. It feels pain when it is stepped on.
It cries when it gets yelled at.
It longs for love not being told all the time that how you screw up.
But like the rock, for so long I mask those feelings.
Don’t talk, don’t share that is bad. This world is not about bad, only good.
Hide your true self, that is the only way to survive.
Don’t be ashamed, at some point freedom doesn’t come free.
A poem, by ANS.