All my life My voice hasn't been heard

I never felt the warmth of protection and love.
My voice has been stolen from a heart that was broken.
I've realised now that broken heart was mine.

My eyes have seen alright they have seen hurt.
And my heart has felt the pain.
If I spoke out I did'nt have a thing to gain.

All my life my screams have been locked away.
They have been kept deep down inside.
Now my screams are breaking free.
I've spoke of some abuse but not the lot.
I dont want it all to come free.

All my life I felt shame.
I honestly belived it was just a game.
A game without a name.

And all my life I will feel the shame and hurt.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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