What Happened to Me

I was their little girl,
never thought they'd
let me grow up.
I wanted to please them,
but only deceived them.
I didn't mean to,
but it just happened.

My Deception was not for hurting,
it was for keeping my sanity intact.
I couldn't last another day,
another month,
another year, in pain.

Yelling and snapping.
Lecturing and criticizing.
Grabbing and smacking.
I had to go.
I had to get out before it
got worse.

Leaving was the best thing for me,
and I don't regret doing so.
I feel safe where I am now.
Safe... with my husband
and his family.

I am a changed person.
No longer a scared and mopey person,
but a happy and fearless person.
I have to be now,
especially for my daughter.

I must be fearless and strong
for her.
I can only accomplish this,
with the help of my husband,
and whatever friends I have left.

As for my parents and family,
I am an outcast.
They shun me,
and can't stand the fact that
I have grown up.
And that I'm making my own
decisions now.

I have tried to talk to them,
but it seems to go in one ear
and out the other.
Am I so hateful that I
must be ignored for trying?
I want to stay in contact with them
like I promised,
but they are making things next to
impossible to do so.

If only they knew,
what they actually put me through.
If only they knew,
what I did do escape.
If only they knew,
the pain I felt to stay alive.
If only they knew,
that my health wasn't so great.
If only they knew,
that I still love them,
and care about them still.

Too bad, so sad,
that their granddaughter
won't get to know them,
or be loved by them.
As if she guilty of some,
evil and foul plot to hurt them.
They've hurt themselves now,
not me or my new family.
I just want people to know,
that I've tried.