Torment Poem by Eva L. Shaw

Torment



Terror, torture, memories,
Confusion, bad times, good times,
I cannot understand it.
I am loved but I feel hated,
I cannot trust myself or anyone,
A little child living in a state of torment.

Sunday, January 9, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: child,confusion,memories,trust
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