The Forlorn Dream of a Child Like Me

The clock declared that my life had become operational

My first breath, allowing me to see through the dark

Though the woman who raised me was found distasteful

A howling heartbreak, like a lonely bark

Time proceeded, allowing me to survive

Among a parent whose intentions frightened onlookers

But this was no way for a child like I to thrive

The tags of old memories keeping me back, they had taken hers

Every day, and every night draining on the numbers

While the simplistic predominance of the guardians kept me strong

My heart waited for the warm summers

That was the only time I could leave, the only time she was wrong

The eyes that stained my face made my preference loose

But, in the darkness of each moment I stayed

Sometimes the bad thoughts tied me up like a noose

And in the tearful days I laid

As the cold water dropped from my eyes

The sudden sensation of blood on my hands

And the remembrance that in the end everyone dies

They were too many barriers, too many bands

With wet spots on my pillow

I cried away all of my fears, and sank deeper into the sheets

The imaginary hands caressed me like a willow

While the words of anger brought the heat

She was always there, with her words to kill me

Her hands that could strangle even a lamb

If it were possible she'd squash me like a flea

But in the end she turned me into a ram

Now here I stand, fear still lodged in my chest

The look of my eyes shall never be put to rest

I still don't know why they put me through the test

As of now we have an example of sorrow at its best