Inspired by my own childhood and growing up with a abusive family member.

Tiny heart and broken bones

Life is not easy,
for a girl with no self-esteem;
for a child with an inifinite amount of energy.

Being called disturbed and mentally ill;
a merry child who got beaten for not being still.

Aged sixteen,
she longed for her father to notice her,
for him to accept who she is and always have been.

Trying for years,
with no sign of affection in sight;
though she's been trying with all her might.

Poetry by PrincessBon
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Written on 2016-01-28 at 14:47

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A touching piece. I too come from an abusive home.

An evocative poem and very well expressed and shown to the world a broken part of us. There are some gifts that we give to ourselves - attention is most definitely the most important of these. The little girl needs all the love and attention, which can now be given. It's never too late- even if we think it is. We can play around our minds. Here is some more love coming your way.