It all began on the day I was born,
My birthday soon became the day you would mourn,
A family of beautiful roses, but I was the thorn,
But you said you would still love me, something you repeatedly sworn.
A beautiful little girl filled with endless amounts of rage,
You locked me in my room, my own personal cage,
"Get in there! I will beat your ass! I hope you die, Paige!"
I was only four years old, what was I to think at that age?
Mom, do you remember touching my body at night?
Do you remember when I was 12, and I put up a fight?
How about the showers, in front of everyone, where all of me was in plain sight?
I wish I could say that I am alright.
But Mom, do you know what it is like to be the black sheep?
Do you know how it feels when all I do is sleep?
I am exhausted from all the secrets that I have to keep,
I hate that the thoughts have gotten so deep.
Everything you have said to me has affected me both inside and out,
So now I am an adult, but I am paralyzed with this thing called doubt,
Somedays, when it hurts so bad, all I know to do is shout,
Because I have no other way to let this overwhelming pain out.
Mom, I have become somewhat like you, and I am not proud,
The things you have done should have never been allowed,
I find myself, like you, standing alone in the crowd,
But I am here to tell you my voice is strong and loud.
Your fatal story does not have to be my own,
So remember my words when you end up alone,
I am not perfect, my closet is filled with skeletons and bones,
But atleast I am working toward a more positive tone.
I will find a way to escape from your grip,
I will no longer be available at the reach of your finger tips,
No, Mom, I am no longer attached to your hip.
I will not say it again, can you read my lips?
I could sit here forever and feel depressed and blue,
But in order for these words to be 100% true,
I know inside exactly what I have to do,
It is not easy, but I have to get off of my knees, and leave without you.