Shadow-dancing with the ghosts of
haunted child hood years.
The rhythm of my beating heart pounding
in my ears.
Stolen slumber, silent screams,footsteps
in the hall.
Faceless specters walk the night, pressed
against the wall.
Silent prayers of little girls sent to
God in song.
Twinkle Twinkle little star, Yesterday is
gone.
Never must i cry out loud, they must
never see.
Keeping family secrets is slowly killing me.
Kyo-son5 Community Member 
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Standing on the side likes
i'm quiet, but i'm there
left alone by simple things
no one seems to care
my voice is a whisper
my throught is dry
the only thing any one hears is my silent cry
they dont bother to comment
Or even come near
people hide away their children in a panic fear
they bid me a good morning
but i know they hate me too
the one word i wish to say
Is that i love you..