For the past six months I've been working on a new project.
It's called...
You're a grown-up whose been told,
That in today's world.
You must mask your troubles,
Ignore your struggles,
Lock them in a tiny bubble.
Force that smile,
Because sharing pain ain't grown-up style...
When I was molested as a kid,
I thought it was because of something I did.
I felt scared and ashamed,
Like part of me would never be the same...
Bury it, carry it and avoid it. This was how I dealt with the pain of being sexually abused. I
How do I heal? From all this pain and anger I feel, What happened was real, My innocence they did
After a long day I often feel stressed. Sometimes I know exactly why I’m stressed and other times I have
Why did I wait so long to speak up about being sexually abused? At the time, I was scared. I
I’m gonna let this out, You know who you are, And what my anger is about. You’re a waste of
12:13 am. I just got into bed for the night. I check my phone one last time before I fall
“What do you do?” “I’m a housewife.” “Oh, so you have kids?” “Nope, I’m a housewife with no kids.” I
