Paper Heart Poetry

Part 41:My Story

All they see is a silly girl,
Torn down and broken by silly little thrills.

They all see innocence,
Shatters and inconsistence.

Well it all started,
Years ago.

Once upon a time,a happy little girl,
Had a drunken daddy who loved liquor and didn't know how to stop the flow.

And the drunken daddy was always upset,
Breaking her down in between sips.

Then her daddy saw the light,
A little to late and then he died.

The silly girl's mother who hated to be alone,
Brought in a man whose heart was cold as stone.

At first they were blissful,
The couple I mean.

The little girl cried,
Yelled and screamed.

He wasn't her daddy,
He never would be.

How had mommy,
Forgotten her real dad so easily?

And when she protested,
She was met with a slap.

The first of many,
In an extended time of crap.

And so she was forced,
A slave more than a daughter.

To serve her 'parents' as a maid,
Rather than the child she longed to be.

She felt like Cinderella,
And prayed her Godmother would come.

Alas her beatings made that thought fade,
After not long.

She was forced to conceal the ugly black and blue,
Be the perfect picture ,but the frame was broken to.

How had her mom,
Who supposedly loved her so.

Allowed that ugly monster and his ugly ways,
To scar that silly little girl's soul?

His words often sounded,
Telling her she had no worth met with a sharp slap and a bloodied mirth.

Then when he went,
Her mom started to pretend.

Pretend she wasn't the reason,
Her silly little girl had broken and bled.

It was not her fault,
She repeated a lot.

But the silly little girl ,
Would never forget her very first slap.

Not by that monster,
But by her mom.

For protesting and crying,
That her mom was moving on.

Now that silly little girl,
Is all grown up.

Memories buried deep,
But scars still protruding up.

Her broken little soul,
Saw only the dark.

Because that silly little girl,
Had never forgot.