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My life as a child
There is a certain part of my past that I don't tell. A part that closes me off from the world and doesn't allow me to be close or to feel the world around me. It haunts my life, feelings, emotions, and hopes with no chance to destroy the pain inside. No one knows what happened to me as a little girl, that taught me how to lie, fake, scheme, and enjoy pain. No one knows and no one ever will. This pain is not new, it is something that has been in the eyes of a child and the past that still haunts me. When I sleep, I see his face. When I'm awake I remember every moment every spoken word, every painful push. It hurts to remember but its the only thing that keeps me alive. Its a past that I am ashamed of and truth that only I and one other knows. Its a past full of fear, pain, anger, and confusion.
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