I was lost before I started, abandoned to old ladies in dirty house dresses, dirty from hard work, but they had kind hands, kind hearts.
I was lost when I finally went home, Home to belt straps and buckles, shoes and sticks, all used as weapons, cold looks, indifferent hearts.
I was lost at 14, pushed against the wall, naked, afraid. Hard hands, hard parts hard heart.
On and on, lost in a mind trapped by abuse, always giving in, never being myself for fear of losing the only love I knew..even if it was flawed.