The affects of child abuse that go well beyond childhood. |
I am huddled in a corner Waiting for you to speak Waiting for you to love me Waiting for you to accept me Waiting for the day when you will know All there is to know One day you’ll know How my memories of you Are ones torn with torment filled words I craved for you to accept me as I am And not to break me to become who you want me to be One day you’ll know How I longed for my memories of you To be filled with laughter and shouts of joy There was always something else more important Joy and laughter are not priorities you said One day you’ll know You didn’t have to be correct all the time I didn’t want you to be perfect I just wanted you to be there For me as I have been for you One day you’ll know More wrong words have never been spoken When you told me to live my life As how others wanted to see me As to how others thought of me One day you’ll know That the most important standards are your own And others will always have something to say Nobody is perfect We can only let our own experiences be our teachers One day you’ll know, Innocence robbed can never be restored Caught deep in your misery You’ll crave for memories of joy For moments when “we” mattered more than “I” One day you’ll know You’ll realize that too many moments have slipped by So much time lost So much distance has come in between So many walls have been built But one day you’ll know Moments passed are moments gone Wounds may heal but scars will remain And scars of yesterday Will always be memories tomorrow One day you’ll crave for the chance to tell me That you do love me That you won’t change who I am That you will take me as I am That we have so much to talk about Where will I be, when you know? |