When I hear the words
And I hear them loudly
When I recall your eagerness
To get rid of me
I recall how often you taunted me.
The scars on my soul
Tell every kind of story.
Many would shudder,
At least, they would be quite devastated.
Chill, another cold, long night.
I was forced into early adulthood
I witnessed way too many fights.
I am atypical but typical, indeed.
I am now a contradiction
To all the things you never assured me.