STRONGMon,

I live in a world,

Where no one knows my name.

I was raised in a family,

That only taught me pain,

My family said everything was my fault,

And I believed it too.

I lived in a family of abuse and fear,

But nobody ever knew.

My father used his hands,

My mother used her words.

I screamed and begged for help,

But nobody ever heard.

I got older and I changed,

Finally they took me away, but the memories and scars they left,

Are always here to stay.

I hurt myself to cope,

With things I can’t control.

But still I blame myself ,

Even though it was mylife they stole.

I’m bounced from place to place now,

Just trying to make it on my own.

I search for a place of love and safety,

A place to call my home.

Trying to be perfect,

Good enough for just one person.

Isn’t all it’s cut out to be

I spend each and every day

Trying to find the real me.

So far my journey has been short,

But I’ve lived a lifetime of pain.

Fighting the world is hard,

But fighting for your self is even harder.

And I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same.

People ask me why I’m not normal,

But what does normal really mean?

They don’t understand what it is like,

To play on a one person team.

I strive in certain areas,

Others not so much

I hold back the real me,

All because of a dirty man’s touch.

And so, I tear down my safety barriers,

I begin to let myself heal.

I let go of the wrong things I was taught,

And grab on to what is real.

So still here I stand,

I have scars caused by others,

And scars caused my me.

And it all started in a screwed up family,

Even with all the bad,

I have a lot in life that’s good.

But everybody always picks at my faults,

Im a girl simply misunderstood.

I am very thankful,

For the good things in life given to me.

The struggles I’ve gone through have helped me prosper,

Into the strong person I’ve grown up to be.

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