Untitled Poem

Little girl
voice a silent whisper
those who should have protected
fell short.
Turned their blind eyes
away from the pain
thought that it would go away
the devastation they did cause
who cared
for they were not the ones
carrying the burden.
Screams resound
bounce from one wall
to the next
gripping my head
trying
determined
wishing
that these memories were dead.
I see
I remember
did you know you were in the room?
Guess when you are the only one
to feel
to remember
to live in anguish
everyone else can ignore
unless they stare down at you
make you feel like a whore.
Oct. 23/18
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