by Gregory Gambone

Created on: April 01, 2009

Every day
I try to get away
But the horror follows me anyway.
I run. I hide,
Sometimes wishing I had died.
But somehow I survived.
Even though they said I lied,
I know the real truth.
You had no excuse
To do what you did.
I was just a little kid
Who ran away and hid
In the closet by the stairs.
But no one seemed to care
That a child was hurt,
Covered in dirt,
Wearing a torn t-shirt,
Sobbing in pain.
It was no game.
I grew up too soon
When you came into my room.

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