My Dearest Diary that listens intently
A Sorrow child I am called
Tagged with a long list of names no sane person can bear
Mentally disturbed I am written of as and acknowledged to be
Surely I knew I was none of these, they had lied
More money to their pockets proclaiming me as a special need child!
Beginning to Imagine I am everything they said after numerous needles
Many needles sinking down my skin every now and then
My senses in confusion unable to determine what was delusional and what was real
Yet my mind was strong and stayed.
I was NEVER a sorrowful child
Trauma was I never acquainted to
In fact, bright I was like a burning star
And A charm to my family
Aura so impacting and smiles I gave
Like a conductive piece my aura spread
My parents partaking of the joy I radiated.
All these are long gone now
Down an abyss I can't phantom
Picking up the pieces that my shattered self is left with
Trying to bring back the light to my gloomy face
Oh, I wonder how this I can but achieve
When my heart is wearily burdened and abyss-ed
In a prison of trauma and now I am given tags.
Now my mind and soul yearns for that place
A place beyond the gloom, all starry and bright
A place where I found my first and only love
A love radiated from my family's eyes
Oh, I wish I had the chance
To come from mother's womb already an Adult
Just to escape this harsh fate I have been served by the System.
So I can be that lovely Aura once more without the tags I am worn.
Join the fight 
To give the voiceless Children the right to be loved by their Families
Give a family the right to enrich their beautiful Children.
In this We truly Live
And forever Alive we become!
Be the VOICE!!
This is an Original Piece by MakeBloom( 
