There Are Secrets at My House Ssh! Must be quiet as a mouse cause there are secrets at my house. laughing faces, the smiles you see are really only masks to me. My mommy cries late at night her and Daddy had an awful fight But I'm as quiet as a mouse. Cause there are secrets at my house. Sissy's face is black and blue Bobby's arm is broke in two But ssh! be quiet as a mouse. Cause there are secrets at my house. I try to keep the secrets straight like Bobby fell off his bike by the gate Oh, and Sissy walked into a door and there are many, many more. So all the secrets I can't tell make my life a living hell But ssh! be quiet as a mouse. Cause there are secrets at my house. ~Author Unknown~

Child Abuse begins so young and the victims do not yet understand all the roles they will play. They will take these roles into their adult life. Most will become the "Abusers" to their children, not forgetting what it did to them, but rather continuing the cycle. Some do manage to escape and end the cycle with their childhood, but therapy is needed to do this.

We all must help if we are to end Child Abuse.
No child should have to be afraid in their own homes.

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