Not My Story


My family was oh so dear,
But some days I would get hit and my heart would shatter into fear.
When my Father got angry,
He stormed into my room.
Locked me up with a padlock in an empty room.
Some days he was happy and some days he was mad,
But, I grew the most fear when he ripped my teddy bear in half.
While i'm staring at the red frame,
where bad memories came.
I threw it in the blue trash can,
Where it is pouring rain.

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