Looking backs I see a child.
A girl gripped by fear and anger...

I'm not very happy with how this poem has turned...

How do I explain the many scars upon my arms?
Is there a way to say the words so you do not...

Love.
The letters seem so empty...

Why do I seek love?
The word sounds so plain...

You tore me down again and again,
Caused me injury that left no mark...

I'm not saying you weren't there,
Because you were. I saw you watching...

Who would of thought I could stand,
And not crumple yet again...

The laughters gone, no more smiles
The light has left her world...

I'm sorry Sir
For the worry i caused...

The heart is but an organ,
Pumping blood around the body...

The wall, the barrier its all for show
Its to protect me from reality...