What is betrayal to me?
One father who didn’t fight for me.
Another father who molested me
A mother who ripped my soul from my body then stomped on it.
I was the child
Not something to be used then forgotten.
Not something to be torn apart and left for dead.
How am I supposed to feel?
This way?
That way?
Your way?
Mine?
How do you judge someone?
Did you listen when told why?
Don’t assume as was so widely done.
Confused
If I can’t fix me how do I fix you?
I cannot be what you want,
I am not what you expected.
I wasn’t there
I was always here
I am too old for this pain
I don’t want it
Buried deep
Then it finds its way out
Make this ache dissipate!
Age doesn’t matter when life bites you in the ass.
Hurt just hurts.
©Saroya Poirier
