Child Of Abuse
You, child of abuse,
fully grown, no trust inside;
still thinking you're of no use.
I'd tell you, you'll be all right,
but I'd just by telling you a lie;
in truth, you're scarred for life.
View love through a veiled mist;
your life isn't your own,
when your future doesn't exist.
Keep falling for the wrong kind,
you'll crash; one can't fix the past,
help is there, call the suicide line.
mn - 2009
This is written for the group, genre creative poetry, non-fiction poetry is this month's prompt.