I am a scared child on the inside. A child who has been hurt so often and so routinely that, for the longest time, went to the darkest corner and sat there with his back to the world. A child that knows there just must be something wrong with him. There has to be some reason why he is treated as though he is the worst human being on the planet. This child found happiness once. There was one who brought light and the love he craved so much to his life. This child knew it would be taken from him. He doesn't know what he did wrong but he knows that everything that makes him happy will be taken away. Anyone and anything that gives him hope will be taken from him. The child knows this well. The child is lost and doesn't know how to reach out because he is too afraid. This child is one I would try to comfort if I saw him but this child is me and not even I want me. Back to the corner, the child goes. Returning to where he's been with his back to the world. Back to knowing he is something terrible though he doesn't know what he's done or how to make it right. Finally, he goes back to the loneliness and pain that seem to be the constants in his life.