Abuse

D David Harris David Harris
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Almost everyone has suffered abuse in one form or another, from bullying at school to the worst kind from within their family. It makes you retreat from being the outgoing person you should be to hide away in shadows hoping no one else can see. It makes you feel inferior and guilty that you may have done something wrong when in fact you haven’t, it was never your fault. You become afraid to talk about it, ashamed, feeling no one would understand and sneaking away to live in a world of your own. The cruelty of abuse is that it never goes away, but lives within you until your dying day. 19 September 2009 Author’s Note: I know the last few lines are true. I suffered the abuse of bullying when I was young at school and the abuse from my parents of being inferior to my sister. Neither has ever left me and still lives within. The hurt it has caused still surfaces in quiet moments.

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