People look at me,
and I see the look of pity
that they shoot my way.
I stare back at them
with empty eyes;
Remembering that unfortunate day.
I was but a child,
content with my balloons and toys;
Until the monster whisked me away.
He took me,
and for years all I saw was him.
As he forced me to obey.
He treated me like I was his pet.
Like he had done me a favour by abducting me.
As if I was nothing but a stray.
I lost track of time.
I sat in the dark,
and waited for him to come play.
But something extraordinary happened.
He got drunk,
And left open the door to the hallway.
I found my way out.
I ran without knowing where,
but so happy to finally get away.
I was free,
I found help.
I would never again be locked away.
But even as I try to forget,
Every time I see the look of pity on someone’s face,
I am reminded of what happened
while I was his prey.