My thoughts are no longer
dark and haunted by my past
as it was so many haunting moons ago

I used to live in a dark room;
there was no light there,
yet I still felt safe enough
And accepted other people’s failures as my own

the ones who could help me didn’t know how,
and the ones who did didn’t try

My emotions fueled my existence
I would wear my heart on my sleeves
Too scared to break free
from other people’s opinions of me
I became their prisoner