At age 14, a “troubled teen,” from parents to grandparents,
They couldn’t handle her, they let her go, they broke her heart;
She didn’t show, she was a badass, she learned to act, she was a natural,
She held it in, she really learned to play the part;
A few years later, she was pregnant, with painted smile and broken dreams,
Became a mom, and did her best to raise her son,
Amidst abuse, and then another, soon there were two seats in her Ford,
An actress fair, with long brown hair, she’d just begun;
Another mister, where was her sister, unwanted action, a newer car seat,
And then another from another, fourth in line,
She fought and ran, abusive man, her gentle spirit seeking solace,
Nine month escape, then more heart break, she stuffed it fine;
Now pretty, pink, and picture perfect, still the same girls in the closet,
Acting, smiling, knowing just the words to say,
Pretending to be the wholesome wife and mom and social pillar,
While underneath she feels alone, depressed all day;
She longs for love, its joy and sweetness, its unconditional acceptance,
To safely let her spirit lead the way,
But she lives in fear, despair, and shame; and doubts her worth and value,
And flips around, and can’t remember, her secrets stay;
She clings to structure, roles, control, to help her cope and function,
And she’s amazing, and can do most anything,
But it’s all an act, this isn’t her, these are the roles that she’s adopted,
To help her hide from the truth and light her spirit brings;
She has at least three personalities, formed from trauma, brought on by stress,
Shifting back and forth among them, she doesn’t see,
She doesn’t know when she is doing it, she blames the changes on another,
And then controls the situation to make it be;
But I love her more than life, she is my soulmate, my completion,
I understand her troubled mind and hidden harms,
And I accept her as she is, and wish her joy and great fulfillment,
And will be waiting for her here, with open arms,
And I accept her as she is, and wish her joy and great fulfillment,
And will be waiting for her here, with open arms.