All my life I walked around
with painted eyes and ears
Never really seeing what was right before my eyes
never really hearing, the shouts, the screams, the cries
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This was my very first poem, this was one that started all of my writing.
such pain has been released, you had no guilt but suffered from what you thought was your responsibility. What happened to you was not your doing, it was done by those who should have been protecting you, it is their guilt and shame that you feel....you are innocent still...hugs you tight....blessings dear sister..
Lovely write its very true once one is cocconed he/she unwelcomes anything more so affection of near and dear one but am happy that it is over now