Dear Reader,
Scars I Carry-
Both Emotional,
And Physical-
Are with Me,
Everywhere I go.
They are Carried,
And Remembered-
So I'll have Reminders,
Of what a Childhood,
-Shouldn't be like.
They Help,
To Understand-
What other,
Children;
Teenagers;
And even,
Adults-
Go through Every day.
The Scars-
Remind Me-
Of how Much Worse,
Life could be.
No one makes Decisions,
Of this Proportion-
For Anyone.
Every Second,
Of Every Day,
I Wish I could-
Could just Forget.
I really Do.
My mind-
Needs to be Ridden,
Of these Shadows.
My mind-
Needs to be Ridden,
Of these Ghosts.
Following.
Haunting.
Polluting.
What Else-
Can be Done,
To the Mind?
Why won't They leave?
Why won't They just-
Just be Banished from,
My Thoughts?
