Pain,

Is a thing I know

Very well.

A thing that i’m supposed to be

Protected from.

I’m supposed to run away

From this monstrous person,

Pain,

Is not something

I ran from

But someone

I ran toward (everyone says).

Because at age 13 I should

Be protected from this,

Pain, this person

I ran to in the line of

Fear.

Pain,

Was my clarity

Until that clarity was

Fogged by the society

Who believed that HE,

Pain, was hurting them,

Who was hurting me.

Because at age

13, I am supposed to know

What’s RIGHT from WRONG

In the line of

Touching.

I am supposed to cry for help,

When the help only compromises

What I know is TRUE.

Crushes the desperate words,

Screaming from my MIND!

Why can’t you hear ME?

Yelling from this place inside my MIND.

Screaming at the top of my LUNGS.

For what feels like an eternity of LIFE.

Why do you chose not to LISTEN?

When I tell you, I am TRAPPED

Inside a box of PAIN!