Three

by Em   Oct 24, 2016


I was only three
when pain reared its ugly head
because I caught Daddy
with a woman in Mummys bed.

I thought things would improve
when he left, no more fights
but it got worse and
I could do nothing right.

He never came to visit,
didn't seem to care
and the rejection was
so hard to bare.

That's when those girls
called me horrible names
and since then
I haven't been the same.

I wanted to end my life but
somehow I pulled through
and then pain resurfaced,
I didn't have a clue.

More rejection from Daddy
and all of society
made me think back
to when I was three.

Copyright: Em

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  • 11 months ago

    by Augustus Black

    Silence and sadness starts haunting the house if this kind of thing happens. Written very nicely in state of blue. Yes, I agree with you it becomes very tough to live during those periods.

    Some people think only about their enjoyment while ignoring the fact that how hard it would effect the family.

    Emotional write, Em.

  • 11 months ago

    by Acoustic Odyssey

    Nothing can truly prepare us for the harshness of the world like when a parent leaves, and doesn't come back. There's no greater feeling of rejection than this. Heartbreaking...truly truly heartbreaking.

    • 11 months ago

      by Em

      Truly is, thanks for your comment means lots

  • 11 months ago

    by Brenda

    Oh Em, I am so sorry-no child should be subject to any of this. Parents don't even think sometimes what their actions can do to a child and also have lasting effects as we reach adulthood ourselves. Then add bullying from classmates-brutal! You did a wonderful job putting this to paper-hugs to you-

    • 11 months ago

      by Em

      Thanks so much ladies

  • 11 months ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Ooohh.. what a sad piece Em.. I cried for this
    .... Hugs...

  • 11 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Its awful how selfish and uncaring people can be. They never consider what impact their behavior has on other people or the lasting damage it has on children. Poetry is a great medium for reminding us of its importance. Milly x