TROUBLED CHILDHOOD TIES

         I've had to live with it, feeling the shame, trying to push it away.
                            Not my intention only remembrance.
        My body flight to fight, my mind hides behind the sight of my eyes.
        My hand tries to write the memories of my scarred childhood life.
        My heart hates the feeling of taking part to write, to move the bandage that covers my bruised heart.
        My legs are standing on the mat underneath my troubled childhood lies.