They think I’m proud…
…’Cos I don’t want to cry out
Why?…
‘Cos I don’t know how.
It happened a long time ago…
But it battered me on a row
I fought with all i had……
…But the fight was futile…
…for he was all I had.
People felt he loved me so…
…But I wished they understood.
They called me an insolent child,
But I was merely covering up my pride,
For I was battered in all ways that count.
Physically?
…I felt it.
Mentally?
…I couldn’t bear it.
Emotionally?…
Now I’m trying to know myself
I’m trying to love myself
I was betrayed and defiled…
By the one that ‘loved’ me so.
I’m not proud…
I’m just reserved.
Maithought... 