Sheila Stahl

 

Hiding

i cry sometimes.

i hurt inside.

what did i do?

did i do something?

it must be me.

i made him do...

the awful things...

he did to me.

i want to cry.

i want to go

deep down inside.

inside myself i go and hide...

far

away

where

clouds

are

bright

and

nothing hurts

and I am not afraid.

deep

inside

myself

there is a place.

my friends are there

inside,

inside my head.

we play.

games we play

inside my head.

they hold my hand.

we sing,

sing songs.

we hide.

together we talk,

talk all day.

we talk about stuff,

important stuff,

you know,

things we need to know about...

private things...

secrets.

we never tell our secrets.

my dad is evil.

he hears everything I say...

...aloud, that is,

but not inside my head.

he cannot hear what's in my head,

deep inside

where my friends are.

they are safe.

i protect them.

my body hurts.

my friends

stay

with

me

when i cry.

we play.

they make me laugh.

i wish they could come out

and play,

play with me and take me

away.

far away.

far far away.

i cannot stay,

stay much longer.

i must go,

go away.

far,

far far away i go

and hide...

hide...

hide...

i hope i'm

hiding.

 

 

 

 

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