Wet

My daddy used to smack me,
when I used to wet the bed.
It's one of those re-occurring
nightmares that I can't seem
to get out of my head.
We/they tried all kinds
of medication, relaxation,
alarm bells would ring as
soon as the tiniest drop
of piss came into contact
with the protective rubber
sheet.. part of the Victorian
contraption I had with
every night's disturbed
sleep. I tried my best
not to fall asleep..
I dreaded every morning
waking to find out I was
lying in cold pee. I'd
lie in fear as I heard
my Daddy's foot steps
clamber up to my room.
Eye's fixed as the door
would open, I buried
my head beneath the
covers of my bed.
When asked if I were
dry.. my eyes would
fill with tears.
I must 've been
a nightmare for
my parents, if
this is what they
did to me, I
even did a stint
in hospital to
try n find out
why I did it..
I hated every
minute of it,
I used to hide
under my bed.
More pills to
take, wire's
attached this
time, only to
my head!
When I am feeling
down, all these
nightmares I
used to own..
re enter my
troubled head.
The monsters
are still hiding
under my bed.
13 is unlucky
for some. 13
was the age when
I stumbled out
of child hood
and on the slippery
road toward being
an adult.
Dry nights, no
more smacks.
Just mood swings,
periods..pubic hair
and those
wobbly things
growing on
my chest!!!!