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The Bad
By ColorMeToxic
My happiest times as a child,
were at school.
when I went to school...
I didn't have to hide from You.
...But I did have to hide You.
All the marks I bore.
All the bruises I wore.
All the 'fucking retards' I
heard
before You hit me some more.
I didn't share
my 'secret',
Though I wish that I had.
Then, maybe
someone would have
taken me away from the bad.
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© 2015 Beth Greene
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A former member wrote:
I love this. I really understand. So true for so many children . Thank you Beth for feeling it is alright to vent my anger on writng about my abuse.
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On Friday, March 11, 2011, A poet of madness
(115)
wrote:
Running to school to escape home, and running home to escape school. An unfortunate pattern that's only now starting to end for me.
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A former member wrote:
Wow, this was insanely powerful, and I'm glad that you wrote this out.
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