The Anger Within.. Poem by Thomas Northx

When I was young I dreamed my life,
would be a fairy-tale,
but as I grew I felt the wrath,
divert to pure assail.

I was called the golden boy,
a gentle loving soul,
but as abuse and beatings came,
they slowly took their toll.

I can heal from all the beatings,
but degrading hurtful words,
have opened up gaping wounds,
that time will never cure.

I will always live alone,
for I don't trust my hand,
one day love the next day hate,
this wasn't how I planned,

But I have to be aware,
of the hurt that dwells within,
that fans itself into a flame,
until the bitter end.
Thomas Northx