But I am only small
Sometimes, when they say; “it’s ok now”, I don’t believe them. I still feel scared.
Sometimes, I get worried that the monster might come back.
Sometimes, when Mummy says, “Have good dreams” I don’t. I dream of him.
Sometimes, I get really angry and can’t control my hands or feet.
Sometimes, I cry. I don’t even know why but it seems to make them cross.
Sometimes, when people shout even if they’re playing I don’t have time to find a toilet.
I wish I could explain that I don’t mean to make them cross.
I wish I could explain that I don’t mean to be so naughty.
I wish I could explain that my thoughts feel all confused.
I wish I could explain that I still see his hands around your neck.
But I am only small.
Please hear me in my actions.