I am now fourteen,
My family is my pain,
And my trauma.
The molesters of my childhood...
Do not compare.
And no one knows,
I smile,
The pain hidden,
As is my terror of nightfall,
That's when I face my monsters.
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Poems Of Wisdom, Wanderlust, & Love...
PoesíaPoetry of Self-Discovery for the Insecure Heart of the Artist.