Ripped

In a life where
childhood is precious,
is short, is finite,
how can you eradicate
what is rightfully mine?
What have you done to
DESERVE
the right to take mine?
Your touch adds
years to my fragile body.
Your sounds
instill fears; eliminate self-ESTEEM.
These smells build
WALLS
around my life; it
extirpates a chance of
normal relationships
Showers do not clean me.
Clothes do not hide me.
Meals do not feed my
hunger, desire for
childhood; for love.