Abused

When I was young

I was among many children

That were abused

Most of us would walk silently

Through the school halls

To scared and embarrassed

To tell a teacher or parent

Never transparent enough

To show any signs we were being hurt

We would exert all our effort

Trying to fit in with all our friends

Trying to comprehend why this happened

And pretend that we were okay

As we grew older

Some days the memories would weigh heavily on our shoulders

Replaying over and over

Some of us would seek help and get closure

But others would isolate

Trying to fight the thoughts

That controlled their life

Until they believed there was no choice

They had to stand up and voice their pain

Or run and hide before committing suicide

So many souls gone to soon

I’ve learned that nobody is immune

To mental health issues

And until you walk in our shoes

You’ll never have a clue

How confused we really are.