This Life of Mine

By: Stephanie Naylor

A life of darkness and despair
rap and molestation

A house you hate
of rot it smells

You wish it into depths
you wish to run away

to be free from these chains
that bind you to this home

You sit in the shadows
to avoid the wrath of life

you cut and cry
hoping to die

You and outcast
one who's ignored

Never given the time of day
never asked of an opinion

You hurt day by day
wondering what will come next

Never knowing, not at all
when your life will end.