Why

The feelings I have in my stomach are of anger And fear from long, long ago. The child in me Still suffers the brutal emotional violence which My parents besieged, so young I could only Take their verbal, emotional, and mental abuse Without reply. A helpless victim. A custodial Sentence still accompanies me for they both Died long ago. Daily I try to kill them off once And for all. So difficult, so very difficult when I was once tied to my mother's womb. No one Understands my sorrow, my aloneness, my Desert of solitude where demons play out those Days of darkness and despair. Here I am still Alive, at least on the outside to the world yet Inside I was murdered long ago. Everyday a Day of resurrection, new life, new breath, new Hope. My executioners perished into the bottom- Less pit. It's hard; bloody hard living a decent Life but I try. I try to be good, to do the right Thing. Oh! the swell sea of emotions. Courage, Courage and more courage to live for today And to try to love; whatever love means, hid Behind the veiled scenes of days gone by. My question has to be; WHY WHY WHY WHY.