When I was a child I did always hurt I did not even know what mistrust was because I was innocent and nice until the nuns came along and my bubble burst.

My trust was shattered I thought beyond repair how would I mend my broken heart that badly
needed repair.

Each time I ventured to take a step forward I ended up taking another ten back because all I ever did get was a slap.

The nun's cruelty to me left me so weary sad and worn I was often thinking how I wished I hadn't been born I just felt like I was always torn.

I cried and I cried but no one came near why? did no one just give me a listening ear or even a chance? because let me tell you I was filled with so much fear.

I tried to see no evil but it was all around where was god when I constantly fell to the ground.

I pleaded and I prayed to god above but he never heard me I was just constantly hurt...