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Childhood

What did her childhood consist of?
Memories?
Well theres no happy ones.
Lies..
Masks..

They always pretended around everyone.
Yes,
They seemed like the perfect couple-
In love,
Never arguing..
Never.
Always perfectly happy..
And she was told to just pretend.
She wasn't allowed to tell about the arguments,
Had to lie and say they're the best mommy and daddy.
They never fought in front of her and her baby brother.
Never..

Lies.
Masks..
And they wonder why she's so f*cked up..
Wonder where she learned to lie so well,
How to hide it all.
Not from mommy and daddy..
They'd never do that.

She used to cry in her room,
Wish they would stop.
The screaming..
It never stopped.
Doors slam,
Hours later one of them comes back.
Sorry,
Until the next time.
The next time they got set off..
The cycle continues..
Never ending.

The lying isn't just to everyone else..
They lie to her too.
A brief break..
Then more fighting.
Mommy's going to college far away,
She has to go work in another country,
But she still loves you..
You can go visit her at college every other weekend..
Years later,
The truth comes out.
They were separated..

They get back together and it starts again..
Masks..
Lies..
This time she copes..
Or rather doesn't cope.
She knows now that it isn't her fault..
But it doesn't change ANYTHING.
She hides everything behind her own mask..
They hide behind their masks..
What a life.
Truth?
What's that..

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meh. about my fun childhood

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  • Danneh
    August 26, 2007

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    Masks were never fun..

    But the fights I had to lie about were between my mother and sister.

    Shh! Don't breathe a word
    Don't tell about that fight last night
    and just how loud she screamed,
    and the blood on her lips
    and the black eyes..
    Oh.. they were nothing..
    Compared to the
    broken skull and fore arm..
    and the time she couldn't walk for a week.

    Instead we put on masks and we learn that's all that we have.


  • Piper77
    August 23, 2007
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    Aww, *hugs*...great poem.