Tears falling, feet stumbling

Who knew tonight would be the night?

Up the stairs I climbed.


Out of sight, out of mind.

Or so the saying goes.

I thought hidden it would stay.

Ignore it and it’ll go away.

 No one had to know.


Yelling still below.

No longer at me though.




Who felt it more? 

Me or them?


They say I have to do it.

I say I’m an adult! 

It’s my life, after all.

They say it’s not.


They say it’s alive.

They say it’s got hair.

And nails.

And a heart.



It’s my life!

Not his.



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