Black sheep

by Em   Apr 25, 2021

Bruised eyes and pride made me
Lonely, for I'd never in a million years
Admit to anyone what went on behind
Closed doors and how I was repeatedly
Kicked in the head and gut or starved.

Sometimes, I wish that I could  
Have plucked up the courage to speak
Especially as I had a loving family;
Emotionally drained - led to believe these
People wouldn't even write my obituary.



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