Broken Child Poem by Anthony zitting

Feels like yesterday and its nearly 30 years now. What was taken is never coming back, Facing facts is harder than you know when you can't let go. Silence clamed me as the pain rushes through me. Suffocated by the walls I built to hide me only left unspoken words dying inside of me. No one's fault. No ones to blame, but a little boy felt ashamed. Ya, I'm smiling because I'm hiding. Yea, I'm laughing because I'm crying. Yea, I'm joking because I'm choking. This is me for you to see. I have nothing left disguising me. A broken child lives here inside of me. I'm still trying to look passed my past and forget, but its hard to stop bleeding Red when the pain is still cutting you like glass. Mental hell cast it's spell, leaving me lost falling in memories that wake me just to remind me they're all still haunting me. Almost getting the best of me. No one's to blame but how does a little boy explain what he can't understand? Yea, I'm still smiling because I'm hiding, Yea, I'm still laughing because I'm crying. Yea, I'm still joking because I'm chocking. This is me for you to see. I have nothing left disguising me. A broken child lives her inside of me.