Behind The Glass

Behind The Glass

A Poem by Miss Shea

Behind the glass, who could see

All that happens when they turn on me?

There are no marks, no hidden wounds

No one to notice that I am doomed

They never heard my parents fight

Nor the sounds on the quiet nights

They don't know of the games I play

When the grown-up had their way

They still can’t see my menacing tears

Or the way I cower in fear

 

Behind the glass, they’ll never know

What I hide  I still can't show

It's always trouble when it's out

They hate attention and always shout

But, I can’t blame them, it’s just not fair

I know deep inside, they still care...

And still I wish to escape this place

Find somewhere I'll always be safe

For now I’ll hide and hope and pray

Then maybe I'll get out...one day

 

Behind the glass that hid the truth

It stole my innocence, it took my youth

Still I strived just to survive
I knew that soon I'd leave that life

My story is out, a secret no longer

I’m happier now, a little stronger

I have a place to call my home
Away from all the horror I faced alone

And I no longer cry my cries

Because I’ve broken the glass that covered their lies…

 

© 2008 Miss Shea


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Added on April 10, 2008
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Miss Shea
Miss Shea

Burlington, NC



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