Teen Ink

   Anger.

That's how it begins.

Welling up, tearing out pieces of soul

And destroying them.



Pain.

Of being uncared for and neglected.

Swollen heart and eyes cut you off

From the outside.



Hate.

For the pain you have been subjected to.

Not sudden, but gradual, like an attack

Of a fatal disease.



Doubt.

That people can change.



Fear.

That they cannot.

That you will not know the difference.

That you will once again be the victim.

That your life is lies.

That the truth is real.

That you cannot escape.



Fear that grows.