My name is Kenny.  I am nine years old.    I have a dog named "Happy", (he's my best friend).  He's my only friend.  He smiles, but I don't, because when I do, I always get in trouble.  He has real short white hair, that's never out of place, and I'll lean against him, and hug him, sometimes when I'm sad.  I'm sad alot.  He listens to me, when I need to tell someone how sad I am, and how mean my parents are.  They hate me.  They tell me that there's something wrong with me.  They tell me that I'm stupid, and that no one could love me.  They beat me, and scream at me, and tell me what a worthless piece of crap I am.  Alot of times I don't know whether I can stand it anymore.  I know that Happy loves me, but I wish I had someone else too, someone who could hold me, and comfort me, and tell me that I'm smart, and that I'm valuable, and that I'm OK just the way I am.  I want someone to tell me that  I am lovable, and to protect me so that at least sometimes I could smile.  I need to be safe, at least for a little while.  I want somebody to tell me that I'm OK, and that I shouldn't give up, because someday I will be safe.  I want somebody to tell me that someday, people will love me. I want somebody to tell me that someday I will know that I'm OK.  I want somebody to believe me when I tell them I'm hurting.  I want somebody to tell me that I deserve to be treated better, that I don't deserve to be hit, and screamed at, and shamed.  I want somebody to tell me that I don't deserve to live with so much fear all the time.  I want someone to show me that touch doesn't have to hurt or feel yucky.  I want somebody to tell me to have hope, because sometimes there are heroes and happy endings.

© 1997 Ken Scully
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