Memories ANOTHER poem by: me When I was younger Something happened to me And because of that thing I got PTSD That thing was traumatic That thing, it sure stuck I wanted to forget it But I was out of luck I remember the fear that filled my eyes And the screams that were so loud And the pain, and the cries, and the fear But my fear was lost in the crowd Nobody saw the bruises on my face When they did they just said "Kids'll be kids!" But I wasn't being a stupid little child And my pain, I wanted to rid Sometimes things make me remember that bad thing Things like screams, belts, and more I've had to live with this trauma Ever since I was four Please don't ask me about what happened I don't like to talk about it All that I'll probably tell you Is that "I used to get hit" Sometimes I go nights without sleep Thinking of the things that he did Thinking of all the trauma That he brought upon me as a kid Please don't talk about him Please don't say his name Please don't try to trigger me As if it's some sort of game Please don't yell at the top of your lungs Please don't move a lot Please keep things calm So I won't have bad thoughts If you say his name If you scream at me If you even remind me of him My tears will be set free I'm sorry if I get violent I do it to forget these things I'm sorry if I'm problematic I can't help it, you see I just want to be told "it's okay" I want to be treated good I want to be treated like Any other person would I hope you will respect me I hope you wont treat me bad Because if you do Then that'll make me sad
