Why am I here…
I can’t keep doing this, I don’t know why I try…why am I here?
Hit, kicked, punched, spat on…why am I here?
Shouting, swearing, belittling…why am I here?
I hate you! Leave me alone…why am I here?
You make me sick! I wish I was dead…why am I here?
You are nothing, I don’t want you…why am I here?
This is too hard; I can’t do this…why am I here?
You make everything harder…why am I here?
I have lost all hope and feel alone…why am I here?
When you read these words…and ask yourself “why am I here?” did you imagine it was your thinking “Why am I here?” and “why am I fostering?”
I am letting you know that you are here because this is how the children were treated by others, the ones that they love. They are with you because these were the words and experiences that formed the child you are seeing right now….so…Why are you here?
By Cara Leigh Jones