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The Forgotten Child

A Dark Poem

By Shani KennyPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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I am the one in the corner trying to hide.

I am the forgotten child.

You won't notice me because I cower under the negative energy around me.

You won't miss me, you just wait and see.

I am the one who's tearful silently as I grow accustomed to my pain.

I am the forgotten child.

I creep around in the shadows trying to hide from him.

The stinging bite of his word because I remember the pain of the bridges on my skin.

I endure his disgust and hatred. By now you should know; it's because I am the forgotten child.

It's easy to lie you know, to friends, family and teachers.

I’ve been taught what to say in order to keep the horrible truth of his maddening creature.

I hide under my bed to escape from it all.

I am the forgotten child.

Foolishly, I hope and pray that it stops and he loves me for real. Hidden beneath the dangerous monster who took every bit of positivity I have was stolen by him.

I no longer have self-worth since he destroyed it.

Because I am the forgotten child.

He is winning now, his goal the impending defeat. A carefully laid plan begins to form in my mind, ever watchful for the actions he will repeat.

I must escape and fight back at the vile monster he has become.

I am the forgotten child.

The image of the smashing of the hands that held the Willow switch used on me being broken to pieces oddly calms me. If he has one less tool in his box to make me cower, that it will calm me and allow me to be.

I will fight back; kick, scratch and punch until he is broken, damaged, devastated and traumatized for life.

The blood on my hands from ripping out his tongue will please the monster he has created.

I am the forgotten child.

I will make sure he never forgets me and sees me in his nightmares.

After all, he created this angry, bloodthirsty, and frenzied monster. I will pull the skin on his hand until it tears.

The monster inside me won't quiet down until he has paid for his wrongs.

He won't see it all coming because I am the forgotten child.

Once he lays there, beaten and bloody destroyed. I will find my peace. Because I returned my nightmares he started. Really I will find my peace.

I will go on because I am the forgotten child.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Shani Kenny

I'm a creative soul who loves to laugh, write, create, and read.

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