Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.
A tiny girl, with the deck stacked against her
malicious world, supposed protector
Everyone believed that he was so kind
But Victoria, could only escape him in her mind
Over the years, the wounds tend to fester
Two faces in the mirror, designed for those who test her
Shadows of the past, creeping from behind
And Victoria, can only escape them in her mind . . .
Comfort only found, with those who kept her bound
As long as she would stay, they’d keep her fears away
Remnants of a girl, with the deck stacked against her
Created her own world, as a way to protect her
And everyone believed that her life was just fine
But Victoria, could only escape it in her mind