No matter how the force of gravity pulls me down,
I’ll fight to excel at every challenge that comes new,
every time I battle an invisible war like a clown,
people don’t know the real struggle I went through.

I was a child and very wild, nurtured by pain,
not most but all my childhood,
and I cried for better days when all my pain,
ended and I would finally live well.

Innocent was I slapped most,
with verbal and emotional abuse,
doubt installed inside left me confused
sadly, I still live with those ghosts.

Not to mention the physical abuse,
that only got me bruised,
twas painful, look at my scars,
that I use today as stars
to light my bad days.