Locked in a dark closet for hours on end
Burned with curling irons and stuck with a pin
Beaten and pinched hog tied in a chair.
Arms twisted, face slapped and pulled by the hair.
Threatened and warned repeatedly not to tell.
What some call childhood… I called hell!
If I liked something it was used to make me cry
Felt like I was hated and didn’t know why
I wanted you all to like me, I never refused
Mentally, sexually and emotionally abused
I’m a grown man now, I survived those days
Still I’m haunted by the past in so many ways
I’m a broken hearted, battered spirit who never learned to dream
I’m not like “normal people” or so society makes it seem
I went thru hell and yet kept my soul in me
because I’m a Survivor and I will always be!
written by Some1special2k
