Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
Do you see the little children inside crying to be free?
Outwardly I look normal just like you and any other,
But inwardly my past grabs hold causing me to smother.
I didn’t ask for it. I cannot tell you why
Those people who said they loved me found pleasure in my cries.
To escape the fear and sadness I knew I had to find
A way to travel safely deep inside my mind.
The journey, I found, was simple just close my eyes and dream.
And travel to a special place to escape the silent screams.
I dreamed I was a good girl who made her Daddy smile
I told myself I would not cry and I’ll be back in awhile.
Away I went into my dream and let others take my place
To bear the unthinkable acts of which I could not face.
The dream is over and I am now awake
Feeling lost, alone and dirty and as my body just may break.
The next time that you should look into my eyes
Remember the abused children who are vulnerable and filled with lies.
Please do not assume I am doing okay based on how I appear.
Look closely into my eyes and you will see a lingering tear.