This is a poem about a very hard time in my life.

I was 6 when it started.
I was 6 when a family member wronged me.
I was 6 when nobody would listen.
I was 6 when it was “just my imagination”.
I was 6 when I was “confused”.
I was 7 when family reunions weren’t fun.
I was 7 when holiday’s stopped being joyful.
I was 7 when I didn’t know better.
I was 7 when my family let me down.
I was 8 when I moved.
I was 8 when I thought it would be better.
I was 8 when my mother started thinking.
I was 8 when I stopped seeing family.
I was 8 when I had nobody.
I was Ten when I brought it up again.
I was Ten when I moved again.
I was Ten when my father stopped caring.
I was Ten when people started listening.
I was Ten when I tore my family apart.
I was Thirteen when I couldn’t do anything.
I was Thirteen when my sister left.
I was Thirteen when it was my fault.
I was Thirteen when my family let me down.
I was Thirteen when it stopped.
I was 6 when it started.