Mind scratched and bleeding, cut with image's, memories
bring, anger bubbling, trying to do it's duty of long ago.
Sliding away from reality's pictures, afraid to look in
the mirror.
Fear of seeing a monster reflected back, a fear no matter
how unrealistic.
A hatred borne of long ago for the person one has become
to know.
Feeling the shame of past abuse, afraid to look directly
in anyone's eyes.
Hiding shyly behind a mother's back, trying not to let
anyone see the sin she thinks she has become through abuse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem