There’s something in me that wants to destroy me
A voice that works to punish without reason
A hand that is brought down undeservedly on an innocent conscience.  
A cane that leaves ****** lines across my mind
As it beats the positivity into submission
And a spear which impales my confidence
Like a soldier would do to its enemy.

Saying my name leaves a sour taste in your mouth.
Your hazel eyes burn at the site of this shadow you wish you never recognized.

But I still ache to feel your guiding hand
And hear your calming words.
I still feel your warmth,
Long after you’ve left me in the freezing cold.

I wait everyday for that warmth to return,
Hopeful that I won’t spend another night  aching to feel a sense of belonging.