Take a Moment & Think!

Come put on my shoes

Spend a while in my head

Come see what's inside me

Learn of things that I've not said

You don't know my story

You don't know why I cry

You don't why I can't sleep

Why I struggle to try

You've not walked in my footsteps

You've not experienced my pain

You've not had forced hands upon you

Damaging your brain

You stand there and stare at me

With your judegmental eyes

You see what you want to

But what you see is lies

In truth I'm a person

I'm a person like you

Who's innocence was stolen

By someone I knew

They were meant to have loved me

They should have taught me right & wrong

They were meant to protect me

Instead I was abused my childhood long

Now I hear voices

They reside in my head

They tell me I'm nothing

That I'd be better off dead

I am working so hard

To get the life I deserve

But the journeys a rough one

There's just so many curves

So next time when you see me

Please don't judge what you see

Just pause for a moment

Ponder what my story may be!

By KMF

I wrote this to encourage people to alter or at least question how they think. I ask them to make a concious efffort not to make assumptions & judge others.

Please take a moment to remember that every living person has a story and sometimes those storied are filled with darkness and gloom. It is something that a majority of us would struggle even to imagine.

So next time:

When you see that man walking down the street with shabby clothes & a dirty face please don't laugh. (He may have been abused by a family member since he was 3, his parents may have belted him everyday of his childhood, he may never have had good role modelling to learn life skills from)

Please don't laugh at the lady sitting in the park who is nursing a doll & talking to herself. (She may have lost a baby and suffered a reactive psychosis, she may be enacting the sort of love she never had, she may be role playing the motherhood role that she will never experience)

Or the manic man pacing up & down the mall yelling at someone who isn't there. (He may have been abused by his own father from the age of 12, he may have been repeatedly told he was worthless & would amount to nothing)

There are many reasons why people act they way they do. I've worked with the adults whom were the victims of ongoing sexual abuse and often these alter personalities are the only reason they still exist. They are the survivors of a cruelty that many of us will ever know.

This doesn't just apply to children of abuse but to anyone that may appear different in this world because they all have a unique story.