Child of the Moon
The swing set timidly swayed back and forth,back and forth
My forehead burned, reminding me of past occurrences
The mark forever stained blood red, the mark of love
A teddy bear clutched in hand, my only friend.
Sorrowful eyes, reflecting sadness and anger in my sea foam orbs
I sat swinging to and fro, all day, and all night
Unable to sleep, and unable to dream
To dream of being loved, and loving in return
It was a fools dream
And alone in the moonlight, I cried
I am Tainted ,torn, and tattered
Beaten,broken, and battered
Love me...
Hate me...
Fear me...
But please...
Just look at me...