You stole my childhood
With your selfishness
Made me hate myself
Made me hurt myself
Love equals pain right
That's what you taught me
Before I was old enough
To even understand
You put me last
And it was my fault
Isn't that what you told me
Isn't that how you'd scold me
I'm too emotional right
So you stay out of sight
Wanted to be a Disney Dad
Even came with an evil stepmother
Insecure as the day is long
Towards a child
Who just wanted to belong
I bent myself over backwards
Just to please you
Just to be worthy
But when the standards are impossible
Of course burn out occurs
Of course the drugs occur
The scars on my body
And in my mind are real
Just like the damage you caused
Because you stole my childhood
With your selfishness
Now let me heal
About the Creator
Alexandra Batista
Daughter. Mother. Survivor.
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Thank you survivor, for that great poem. Keep up the good work.