That's how it begins.
Welling up, tearing out pieces of soul
And destroying them.
Of being uncared for and neglected.
Swollen heart and eyes cut you off
From the outside.
For the pain you have been subjected to.
Not sudden, but gradual, like an attack
Of a fatal disease.
That people can change.
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.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.