Out of breath, I keep on running,
As fast as I can, my heart still longing
To turn around and face the fears
That I’ve run away from for all these years,
But my cowardly mind won’t let me.
I’ve grown up, true,
But my past still haunts me.
Like a burglar in the night
It creeps up behind me.
Slowly, but surely,
It’s taking over me,
And I’m too weak to fight this monstrosity.
It haunts me like a demon,
It’s possessing me.
This horrible past filled with memories
Of the times I was crushed,
Hurt and used
The people who were close to me turned and abused
Their power against my weakness
And threw me on the floor,
But evidently came back wanting more.
Their cries of hunger,
These ravenous wolves –
Anticipating my pain,
But they did not know
How I felt inside –
I didn’t want to go on
I couldn’t take it;
This had happened for far too long.
So betrayed and deserted
My arm became marked
At the time of depression
When even day seemed dark.
My ‘friends’ tried to help me –
With the same critiques,
The ones who forced me to that stage
And made life seem so bleak.
But now as I see my past crashing over me
Like a hurricane in august,
I relive the horrors,
The temptation and distrust.
And not again, no…never again
Will I be forced into that situation.
So with all my might, I spin around
And face this satanic temptation.
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