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Life is trauma

So I choose not to speak,

Whatever I say

It makes me look weak,

I suffer trauma

My parents separated from me,

By a judgemental society

Where if people are not perfect,

They take away us kids

Irrelevant of how much they did,

But they did not do parenting,

According to the rules

Despite no signs of abuse,

Because in a judgemental society

They get to decide my fate you see,

Taken away from my mum

So I act as if I am dumb,

Selective mutism its not much fun

But neither is the trauma that made me undone,

They’ve stopped fighting to keep families together

If you do not meet their standards of whatever,

They’ll take the kids away no matter the cost

While the kids suffering abuse seem to get lost,

It’s hard to understand how it works today

But I am just a child taken away,

And now my life is a trauma

And you now discover I don’t speak today,

In fear that what I say, may make me look weak,

And so I don’t want to be taken away again

So I will just say nothing to numb the pain.