Childhood Erased

Natural child like urges to play
Taken away by the grasp of your voice
Constant criticism and neverending anger slashing already bruised skin.

My imagination colorful and wild
All painted black by the single sound of your footsteps.

Jumping up everytime the sound of your voice raised
“What did i do this time?”
The question thatd keep returning before being trapped in a corner by your yelling harassment .

Panic attack upon panic attack,
Learning that perhaps this is what my life will be made of.

Young small and broken taking notice of the good places to hide if ever needed.
Keeping songs close to heart in case you need to sing and cover your ears to block the chaos that would linger for days.

You stole my childhood
You replaced it with abuse
And for that I will never forgive you
I will, however, know how strong i am to have gotten through it all alone.