Category : Poems

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I was a trouble some child 
Whom had no salvation
Alcohol and drugs helped me get by
But they were also destroying me inside
But I didn't care as long as they made me forget the troubles I had to deal with 
Even if it was just for that day. 

My mother was the victim
She never stood up for her kids
They say she was a strong woman
But for me she was weak 
We were in an abusive home 
Where no one rescued us from my drunk father. 
When we thought it was all over 
She met this guy 
He was sweet at first but once he came to live with us he thought he was the man
The man who could say hurtful things 
The man that had my mother in the palm of his hand
The man that hated us and he who never let an insult towards us bastards pass by

My mother was the victim 
Who never loved us
Who was always out and had the excuse to leave us alone 
With the man who hated us the most
I grew up with a victim who didn't realize that my two brothers and I needed a mother by our side. 
We grew up alone and terrified to be thrown out into the streets like all the other times
But that's what happens when you live with a victim 
The roles change and the victim becomes the abuser 
And now we became the new victims .