Trapped

I feel helpless

trapped

like my days

as a child

when she would 

hurt me so bad

I’d wish to be dead 

or run away,

far away

and to where 

never mattered,

as long as I was 

free

from her scary teeth

in my face

when she screamed

at me,

or when I looked

up from the floor

beaten, lost, 

trapped in that hell.

I never thought 

after surviving all that

living with the truth 

of me, being

an abused child, 

would I ever again

be victimized so bad

by someone smaller

younger, one I’ve 

spent the past 

15 years 

caring for.

Never did I see

the same meanness

coming,

all the while

her forgetting
all the days

of all the years 

I sacrificed

for her better life.

I’ll never understand 

how the more I give

the meaner she can be.

I never thought I’d 

once again 

feel trapped like this.