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Damaged Goods

 

You cannot understand

Unless you were me,

My mind, my psyche

Damaged by someone older than me,

It’s so hard to move on;

I dwell upon

What should have been.

 

You wouldn’t know.

You can try to lend an ear

Sense a little of my fear,

Be patient of my problems that appear.

On you it’s no reflection,

But I sill fear rejection,

Deep inside I have been maimed.

 

Try to understand

I need solitude and space.

Life at my own pace.

Need to stare it in the face.

I cannot be repaired

Stitched up or put in plaster

My baggage has been misplaced.

 

In retrospect

So young, so pure

My life has been endured

And for you there is no cure.

It makes no sense

You took away my innocence,

I was ammunition for your fuel.

 

Linda Lawrence

 

28^th June 2001