Life growing up was never easy for me,
Things happening that no one could see,
Sometimes I just want to shout,
And get all the bad stuff out.
So, I kept it all inside,
All the things I had to hide,
I was picked on all through school,
But still the home life had to rule.
Don’t say a word, he would say,
Don’t behave in such a way,
A way where someone else might see,
What was hidden inside of me.
Things a child shouldn’t have to bear,
A life where no one seemed to care,
They all thought that I was just bad,
They didn’t know the life I had.
That was nearly forty years ago,
And still it’s hard to let someone know,
Talk with those who can help me feel,
Talk with those who can help me heal.
– van –