Growing up, a poem

i dont wanna grow up
its scary
being a kid is scarier
yes, it is
im telling you now it is
being an abused kid
is the scariest thing
no hugs
no I love you’s
no good night kisses
from loved ones
all i know is…
it drives me insane
is this the life i deserve?
i pray i grow up fast
but is growing up all it promises to be?
no, I dont think it is
but if it gets me away from the abuse
then its what i want
Emily age 12

Author: Carol Anne

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

6 thoughts on “Growing up, a poem”

  1. I can definitely relate šŸ˜¦ There is a huge part of me that didn’t want to grow up and in a sense, refused to do so. But being a helpless child in a scary environment is one of the worst feelings in the world.


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