Left Behind
Battery
Standing alone in a corner, finding the punishment justified,
needing to feel their disappointment, to let me know I am alive.
Because I have learned negative attention is better than silence
at the dinner table. An unstable fuel that always came through to
let me know I have failed. I am feeling unsatisfied and afraid;
will I find safety in these lonely days? Looking back I find
cracking foundations where childhood memories rest and when
that angry voice strikes my ear I will finally be put to the
test. Do I need the fire to keep me going or can I do it on
my own? Now I have shown a tear, reality is near a place I call
home. Is there strength to be found in memories left behind?
Times have changed I found me to blame and wounds will heal
with time. Let the past go.