Blood Runs Thicker Than Mud

“Masking emotions is a skill she’s come to know — Mastering this art as she continues to grow.”

They say that blood runs thicker than mud.
You can wash the dirt off from
Your face after getting kicked when you're on the ground,
But the blood stains deeper than the sounds
Of trepidation she's felt pound down
On her little body left with only silence to be found.

You don't choose your family,
But it would be a miracle if we could coexist happily. 
Trust gets broken too easily,
And everyone's doing alright seemingly,
But the secrets and lies are covered deceitfully. 

The tears from her sunflower eyes freely flow,
Despite every day she grows and grows.
The light in the hallway still glows
Like her eyes flickering as they show
Desperation as he introduces that game she knows far too well.

In the shadows, he hides,
Occupying every corner of her mind. 
Popping pills, blowing lines,
Face an L, anything to get high
And rise out of the lows to let her decide
How much longer she wants to cry
And leave those demons behind. 

There are places she can never go
And answers to questions she'll never know
That will haunt her indefinitely. 
Her heart possesses feelings she'll never show,
Masking emotions is a skill she's come to know,
Mastering this art as she continues to grow.
Will she learn to hope? Will she learn to expose her vulnerability to loving souls?

She earned that liberty,
The right to inner sanity.
Her moment of purity,
Immersed into clarity
To describe the calamity 
Of her nightmares brought to reality. 

Her efforts to escape and abscond
Her childhood, she tries hold onto
Her innocence and bliss before the storm. 
Acceptance and grief will help her move beyond,
An attempt to self love and a time to become fond of herself. 
No more tears, the ocean will shrink to a pond. 
Don't worry, baby, he's gone.