Windows: A Look To the Past

A freshly written poem, hot off the press. Difficult to write, but think I finally got it right. A glimpse into my past. Again nothing aimed at causing hard feelings or casting blame. I have dealt with the past, and this is just my brain's way of processing. 

Windows

Look in the window, what do I see?

I see a baby, crying out for some love

Mother there in body, but nothing more

Too depressed to notice the needs of a child

Look in the window, what do I see?

Father struggling, raising kids on his own

Marries again, hoping to find truer love

Mother not there, trapped in a cycle of men

Look in the window, what do I see?

Child gets molested, forced to do what is wrong

Parents in shock, not sure what to do

Lost and ashamed, never speak of the pain

Look away from the window, too much to bear

To much depression, a child so confused

Unsure how to handle the thoughts in his head

This can’t be normal, feeling so alone

Look in the mirror, what do I see?

The same little child, keeping people away

Let no one near, afraid they might see

The monster inside me, the one that I see

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