My heartbreaking Childhood

I lived in constant fear of my Mum

In my thoughts fear is my constant companion
I wriggle and wrestle, should I face my fears.?
My emotions are manic and often I panic.
A target of a manic Mum
Her ruthless beat-ens
They messed my head
not one oz of affection
Unthinkable unspeakable horrors.
like there were no more tomorrows
force-fed Valium to keep me quiet.
My mothers constant hatred
her sinister s turns
But still I survived
the worst was yet to come
committed to mental institutions
A prisoner I would be
doped up I slumped on the floor 
disillusioned I cried my eyes to sleep.
My fear had just begun
there wasn't a chance that I could escape
from this manic hell hole
Now the only hope I did have
perhaps my dad would rescue me 
from this mad house
My hopes now turned to fear
My dad abandoned me 
When I was at my most vulnerable state.
My fears are now my constant companion.
 

        

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

If this is true, it's quite simply a horror story. I don't understand how any parent could love their child so little. There are scars, no doubt, but you've seemingly made it through that dark tunnel.