Scars

The scars of my past haunt me everyday
So many questions,and not enough answers per say
My earliest memory is when I was four
Scared to death of my mother walking out of that door
At the babysitters house again
is where it all began
When his mom was asleep
He would say "Don't you dare make a peep"
With his hands over my tiny mouth I did as I was told
Because at such a young age I knew I had to be bold
So one night He offered me to his friend
My little mind couldn't comprehend
What did I do that was so bad
That would ever make someone so mad

It didn't stop there.It began again when I was Six.
It hit me like a ton of heavy bricks.
My step-grandfather was supposed to be my protector
Turns out he was just a child molester
Cancer got him in the end
Turned out Karma was my friend.

Just when my body and mind were beginning to heal
It turns out,I got the short end of the deal
My father,my flesh and blood,took his turn when I was eight
Four of us asleep in the bed,when he came home late
I awoke to smell of liquor in my face
I couldn't find my sisters'in their place
I am sure if I were not there that day
My baby sisters'would have been his prey

To this day my mother is unaware
Of all the things I had to bare
It was best to keep her in the dark
because I was warned not to be a narc
I will take this with me to my grave
Because I knew at a young age I had to be brave.

So tell your children it's okay to tell
because that son of a bitch will go to jail!