Abused kids just know
we grew up recognizing
whose footsteps fell
Outside the bedroom door
understanding tones of voice
or the look in someone’s eye
there wasn’t a day
we weren’t left waiting
for the bottom to fall out
And the sky to swallow us whole
We knew when things were good
and when things were bad
When people were happy
And when they were sad
call us the empathetic person
or crazy like the rest
but that was all we had
when all you knew was clouds
You don’t know how
to handle the break
when other people are sleeping
You lay in bed
Wide awake
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