Was it really abuse? 
I mean damage was done 
But only behind closed doors 
Where no one else saw 
The pictures seems seem disagree
My biggest fear is it is all just me 
I am exaggerating 
Making a big deal out of little things 
OK at times I felt I couldn't go on 
Helpless and trapped in a world on pain 
But was it really that bad 
Yes I was very hurt and very sad
Was it my fault because I couldn't cope
I mean I didn't even ask for help
I should have done more 
It was partly caused by my deep flaws 
Maybe I remember it wrong 
To struggle this much is ridiculous 
It really wasn't that bad
I don't deserve to feel this sad
Abuse takes away all my blame 
But a part of me says no 
I must have deserved some of it
Nothing else really fits
Or maybe I just was a child 
And that is enough to take away my responsibility
But I can not quite belief that's true 
As conflict and guilt continue to stew                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    