by Jacinth Klee

Created on: February 22, 2010

Amid confusion and tension
Confrontations and conflicts
I am expected to be normal
Grow up stable and sane 
Survive in this crazy world

How could it be right
Is this what you call love
Which made me cry and bleed
When I can’t tell anyone
Or else you would kill me

 How can it be love
When you beat and thrash me
Or burn me with cigarettes
For little wrongs I have done
At times for no reasons at all

You warn me to tell untruths
To the doctors and teachers
It had been all my fault
I was naughty or careless
And had fallen down the stairs

Hopeless wishing, endless yearning
For love, laughter and silliness
Which children in normal families
Experience and take for granted
My silent prayer that no one hears.

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