1Disawsum

I'm sitting here behind a screen,
Writing about my past like I don't care.
Like it's in the past,
And I'll never go back there again.

But the truth of the matter right now,
Is that every second I'm writing about my past,
I still get chills running down my spine,
I still fear for my life.

Every night I still check behind my curtains,
I still check under my bed and in my closet.
I still check the carpet for shining glass,
My parents hopes to hurt me more.

I'm still scared when people yell,
At me or not, it doesn't matter.
I still get scared when people come close to me,
Wanting to hug me, but I shy away.

I'm still the same girl, hurting inside.
I'm still the same girl I was when my parents hurt me.
I'm still a person, just hidden behind a computer screen.

Extract from my poem, Why Do I Write? Here's the link to see the full poem: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/1Disawsum/1419627/