The child
Uncovered deep inside
She cries
Layers of open wounds
Fester beneath
Blanketed memories kept
HIDDEN

A mother
Lost in circumstance
Fear attacks love at all cost
She won’t compromise
Her need for security
Over the needs of the child
INSIDE

I am the mother
I am the child
Same vision
Two views
I am the parasite
I am the product
THE UGLY TRUTH

Years of torture
Without knowing why
Answers bubble to the surface
And down I spiral
Through the rabbit's hole
In darkness and despair
I SEEK TO FIND

There I am
She is what they see
Through eyes like mine
As the child they be
Fear induced patterns
Without security without
LOVE