foster care

this deals with my young childhood when i was in foster care and how it frighten me

eleven year old me,
in foster care.
without the slightest clue why,
i was treated unfair.

cleaning there house,
walking there pet.
one made fun of me,
without any regret.

they said it was temporary,
i had a little faith.
but after a year past,
i felt i couldn't escape.

in the room with no lights,
i lay in the pitch black night.
i held my toy really tight,
as i shake with fear and fright.

Reviews

[Darkmistress]

I was in foster care too, and I understand you completely. Your writing is very powerful.

[Kasey Jones]

The last stanza is almost haunting. A few minor mistakes but this is a very expressive piece.

[Livenrite]

Wow. Very sad. You know how to make one feel the words you wrote. A great write! Thanks for sharing.