six years old, and suddenly able to take on the maternal duties of a babysitter.
She learns how to wake her aunt up from a state of epilepsy
using a needle and some liquid.
She wakes her up
No longer shaking now, no longer scared.
Pretending nothing happened she walks aways.
Through the parade of guys her “Mom” brings home, hoping,
Just hoping that one of them will be the one.
Unknowingly scarring that little girl into thinking that this is the life to live.
That this is how it should be.
No, it’s not.
Learning how to care for children as if they were her own,
she lives.
That is her life.
From the age of 6 to the age of 17 she is expected,
expected to be that one person who should be able to just get up and move on.
No feelings intended, like nothing happened.
the bruises of the past won't go away but she is expected to be okay.
While everybody is ignoring, she breaks,
nobody knowing, nobody seeing,
hearing, nothing.
Soon she’ll just fade away.
She’ll become just a bruise in the past.