Yells and screams from friends and family
brings back painful memories.
Memories of not being wanted
memories of being isolated.
A memory locked away in a cell
in a place where no one can tell...
inside my own mind.
A memory of being mentally and physically abused
the worst part is,others were amused.
I however, was not.
So I cried from sun down to sun up.
So due to one small action
leads to one bad reaction
A reaction that others cannot see.
Only because I hide well inside of me.
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