Drop something at school
Try not to flinch, as images of mom, comes flying to my mind
Always there
No matter where I am
I hear her whisper to me, when I think about sticking up for myself
I hear her whisper to me, when I think about my identity
I hear her whisper
YOU ARE READING
Walled In
PoetryI'm stuck, trapped within these tight walls, stuck in this neverending cycle of abuse. I'm walled in within this world of pain. There is an escape, please, come find it with me in these poems. A collection of poems about abuse on all levels.
