What They Can't See Kills Me
by Kimberly

Watching a child, watching the fights,
Crying my sleep during the screams of the night.
Nestled in pillows, overtaken by tears,
She'd never realize this would effect her over the years.
So afraid of this monster, one that I hate,
It comes from the anger so the pain it makes.
If only a mirror could save it to see,
This child is hurting,
This child is me.
So scared to fall in love, but tired of being alone,
I remember all those tears,
And the pain they have shone.
Now no longer with youth,
But old enough to say,
I can't ignore these memories I live with,
I live with then everyday.

copyright (c) Kimberly