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Child

I was a child
the brunt of jokes
too young to understand the laughter
torn between humiliation and need for attention

I was a child
defenseless, confused
too young to understand my body’s reactions
torn between shame and need for affection

I was a child
hiding, unprotected
too young to understand the rage was not my fault
torn between fear and need for acceptance

I was a child
hurt, neglected
too young
torn


I was a child.


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Written by brokentitanium (k.)
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Author's Note
Fuck. It's a therapy piece. Hardly a poem, but it needs to get out.
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