Something to Cry

The fear of them became…….

I listen and felt these for the rest of my life

I was a child of constant tears

wanting to be free

But every time I tried they would pull me back

slapped my words or say to still

If nothing else worked

“I’ll give you something to cry about”

Pain was my first memory

It would follow me until

the fear spoke about the pain

of being the unnatural me

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