(your name here)

I grieve for that child

who was not loved enough

the only time they felt a touch

was in violation or quite rough

the names that they were called

carried negative connotations

their innocence was mauled

by an adult’s exasperations

left to feel alone

with no way to fill the void

of the scars that left their mark

on an identity destroyed

I’ve mourned for this child

my entire existence

the demons in their closet

are highly persistent

and everytime the child cried

they became frenzied with emotion

releasing into anxiety

instead of flowing like the ocean

water takes the shape

of whatever its within

this box was an angry father

and a mom who was barely kin

in their wounded states

they thought the other was the answer

they chose to procreate

then let their pain grow like a cancer

trapped inside their egos

they became the worst of themselves

living up to other's standards

instead of living for themselves

unbeknown to them

they paved the road with tribulation

a quick dissolving marriage

with damaging relations

a child is not a pawn

to use to your advantage

it's not your job to fill their ears

with the worst things that could happen

they aren't a punching bag

or a doll you shouldn't touch

they are your flesh and blood

Please don't use them as a crutch

don't let them take the blame

for the life that you can't give

your pain is not their shame

for your truth you could not live

now is the time to choose

if you want to break the pattern

will you continue to abuse

Or make some healing happen

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