Creativity

The Child

Deep down inside there's a child,
A child that's mangled and abused,
A child that couldn't smile,
A child that a sick person used.

This child has grown up and matured,
And tries to leave the past behind,
But the feelings of then are still stirred,
From the abuse of a man she thought kind.

Sometimes this child screams,
People say they understand, but they can't see,
This child has nightmares, visions, and dreams,
But no-one realized the child inside is me.

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