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Scares
I got a million scares that can’t be seen.
Well they can at night when I sleep.
These scares are the nightmares that I dream.
Nightmares of a childhood that was far from perfect.
One of scares is the voice of my own mother’s words that hurt.
Burden, useless and cripple she called me.
All because I was born with Cerebral Palsy.
I have other scares that cut just as deep.
Like the distance between me and my daddy.
How to people live in the same house and barely speak?
It was as if no matter what I said he just did not hear me.
Some times my scares feel so fresh I try to dull the pain with alcohol;
which is now becoming its’ own scare.
Well, I’m done bitching because I know you too have your own
scares.
poem
by
Lore Me34
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