Poetry

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When I was a little girl, I dreamt in magic.
It was a happy place for a girl who felt cursed.
Witches and fairies and princesses.
Powerful woman who defeated demons.
Didn't have to make sense to anyone else but that's all I ever wanted.
To fight my demons and come out stronger than ever.
It was never like that though, I buried my sadness in these fantasies.
They would call it stupid without realizing the meaning.
I needed something.
I'd replay each season over and over again because my demons always returned.
They would sit on the corner of my bed, push my hair back and tell me they love me.
A haunting thought.
This isn't love.
This is where it started.
The first betrayal.
A father figure laid his hands on me.
Things were never the same.
I remember crying.
Not even days, years.
Heartbreaking.
I was 7 years old and I was terrified of the things that lie in the dark.
Night was when the demon approached me
He would rub my back and I remember clutching my arms to my sides because I knew what was going to happen.
Night after night.
I hated him.
Never gonna understand.
Always the question of why me sitting in the back of my head.
I should have ran as fast and as far as I could but I had no where to go.
10 years later I still scurried to my room because I couldn't stand the way he looked at me.
I learned how to be free of him but he always remains.