sometimes i remember,
those lonley young days,
when i lost my first childhood,
all because of their wicked ways.
i was tossed out, forgotten,
like an old rag doll,
i was put up for addoption.
i thought it was good,
i finaly had a life,
but then it all crashed,
and i lost the trust for his wife.
then he started,
i uttered not a scream or a yelp,
so i ran away,
only to refuse the help.
i was abused,
i did not forget,
i now help others,
that try to get out



-I have had a chance to get this poem published....this really happened to me when i was adoppted....6 years ago....