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a prisoner of the past

Poetry By: angelmona
Poetry


Tags: Pain, Invaded


as i grow i realize i'm never going to be able to run away from the past


Submitted:Apr 14, 2009    Reads: 189    Comments: 17    Likes: 7   


As I listen to them talk about their childhood
I realize I have nothing to say
For I have no pleasant past to share
"Mona why don't you tell us about your childhood, your past?"
My childhood? My past? I had to get out of there really fast
"Oh dear I wish I could,
But now I must leave so goodbye and please be good
On my way home memories from the past whelm me suddenly
My childhood had been taken away from me
It was stolen
"Let's play," you'd never hear me callin'
A child I never could be
Those monsters from the past took the happy child in me
They left me right there
Like an empty useless perfume container
I hate them, I hate them, and it's just not fair
They walked away and disappeared in to blur
And now I am left with part of me missing
Part of my life missing
And the more I think about it
The clearer I see that not only my childhood is robbed
My teenage days are passing by
But yet there is no sign of happiness
Only thoughts of how I'll dieā€¦




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