Ignored. Abandoned. Rejected.
It’s talking to a deaf person who can’t read lips.
It’s being locked in a room with no windows.
It’s sticky duct tape on my mouth with my hands tied.
It’s being told not to cry with tears streaming down my face.
It’s being locked in a hot car with the windows up.
It’s no water, food or place to lay my head.
It’s how I feel when she interrupts our lives once again.