An inner demon raged within my mothers mind
Her addictions, and own trauma bound deep inside
A child with it's own medical needs, attention in demand
Left unanswered, no help nowhere, only a simple reprise
In but once not twice, nor thrice but a solid 27 times
From one home to another, rejected, and neglected
Abandoned time after time after time, until
Permanently bound to a foster home was sound
Bullied beyond the norms for a child though told
Quiet as a mouse, a speech impediment foretold
Glasses worn, untrue yet called an orphan down
To scared to speak, to scared to stand tall and proud
Never a childhood, was there ever to be found
Just a never changing set of masks to hide tears
none defining or resembling, but always adapting
A dream of a happy crown, all in all but drowned
Given that at but 6 years of a dream would come true
A new home, a new family, a new smile, happiness found
But nothing ever is at it seems, once signed away
Like a lifeline lost, the tunnel arose, new fears unbound
Physical but emotional, blackmail pain endured
Rulers strike as flat palms held straight and taught
Don't blink, don't cry, don't scream in pain or
It's to be hours bare foot on cold concrete floors
A childhood lost, yet but sat in silence, no help
Dared not ask, little shy timid child she said is norm,
Little did she but know wicked was she, found out
soon, for that which the old man saw, quick divorce.
A few years reprise, some, but small happiness found
Until high school was over, dependent on alcohol did,
the old man forever progressively become diabolically bound
Master manipulator, emotional blackmail, nose biter he turned
Into a demon, that of his physical aggression of strength
Hands on throats gripped and raise, across rooms thrown
Sort out but unfound, strength of will seeped away, leaving me
feeling cold, unwanted, scared, no confidence or self-esteem
Another mask to hide myself away from all others, no one
should know that I was all but weak, scared and afraid
Until one day yet again, a the foundations of a rock I found
New wisdom arose, wise words, it's time I stood my ground
Old man bully unaware, it's time to take two steps and stare
Slammed his brew on counter there, scolded his skin bare
Through the door he went in a stumble in an uncontrollable rage
Next thing I know, I was soon to be found homeless made...
Her addictions, and own trauma bound deep inside
A child with it's own medical needs, attention in demand
Left unanswered, no help nowhere, only a simple reprise
In but once not twice, nor thrice but a solid 27 times
From one home to another, rejected, and neglected
Abandoned time after time after time, until
Permanently bound to a foster home was sound
Bullied beyond the norms for a child though told
Quiet as a mouse, a speech impediment foretold
Glasses worn, untrue yet called an orphan down
To scared to speak, to scared to stand tall and proud
Never a childhood, was there ever to be found
Just a never changing set of masks to hide tears
none defining or resembling, but always adapting
A dream of a happy crown, all in all but drowned
Given that at but 6 years of a dream would come true
A new home, a new family, a new smile, happiness found
But nothing ever is at it seems, once signed away
Like a lifeline lost, the tunnel arose, new fears unbound
Physical but emotional, blackmail pain endured
Rulers strike as flat palms held straight and taught
Don't blink, don't cry, don't scream in pain or
It's to be hours bare foot on cold concrete floors
A childhood lost, yet but sat in silence, no help
Dared not ask, little shy timid child she said is norm,
Little did she but know wicked was she, found out
soon, for that which the old man saw, quick divorce.
A few years reprise, some, but small happiness found
Until high school was over, dependent on alcohol did,
the old man forever progressively become diabolically bound
Master manipulator, emotional blackmail, nose biter he turned
Into a demon, that of his physical aggression of strength
Hands on throats gripped and raise, across rooms thrown
Sort out but unfound, strength of will seeped away, leaving me
feeling cold, unwanted, scared, no confidence or self-esteem
Another mask to hide myself away from all others, no one
should know that I was all but weak, scared and afraid
Until one day yet again, a the foundations of a rock I found
New wisdom arose, wise words, it's time I stood my ground
Old man bully unaware, it's time to take two steps and stare
Slammed his brew on counter there, scolded his skin bare
Through the door he went in a stumble in an uncontrollable rage
Next thing I know, I was soon to be found homeless made...
