Her private prison

She lived in a private prison.
Ever since she was young.
Various monsters play a role.
Some related, but some not.
All cruel.

She can remember hating Valentines Day.
All of the elephant valentines landed in her box.
Names? Oh many, many, many:
Keg legs; tub o' lard; two ton Tessie
And now...Free Willy she hears someone shout as she is removing bags from the back of the car.

She hasn't ventured out doors much since that day.
She hides in her room.
With her computer for company.
She hides and runs from it.
She hides and runs from herself.

There was abuse.
Unfortunately, there is a lot of that.
Evidenced by all of the abuse discussed in blogs.
She knows it isn't right to hide,
But she is afraid to go back.


She is afraid to try anymore.
She has an anxiety attack just thinking about it.
Sigh. Her life isn't what she thought it would be.