We have been punched, beaten and broken to the core,
Fourteen years of this, we had to endure,
Life of fear and standing on egg shells
Being homeless and living in hostels.
The worst part is the mental torture,
why someone would do this, to their own daughter,
The life we could of had, if you wasn’t clinically insane,
The opportunities we missed because of the pain.
We have experienced more than most would imagine,
You tried to drown me, who let this happen?
You walk free, happy and content,
While we still suffer from your past torment.
But we are not the victims which people may see,
Because we’re kind, gentle and free,
We started life from the pit of hell,
Now we’re at the top beginning to excel.
Even though we’re unable to trust,
Us sister’s have each other and that’s a must,
To catch each other when one falls down,
From the memories we seem to carry around.
It may be in the past, and we have aged,
But we can never forget the way we felt caged,
The fight began the day we strayed,
To control the demons, the ones that stayed.
People do not realise why we turned out this way,
But most can not relate to torture I say,
People think you can move on and just forget,
The truth is, we’ve become our biggest threat.