I was just a child then
I tried to be good
I tried to be popular
I tried to be a friend
I wanted to please
Everyone hated me
I was different
I was smarter than
everyone else
they hated me for that
they beat me for that
I hoped the pain would stop
But it didn't
I would go home each day
My dad would get mad
at me for leaving a light on
for making a mess
for being around him
He threatened me
He cussed at me
He beat me
I ran to my room
laid on my bed
crying from pain
from that day
I would fall asleep crying...
Waking up to another day
of more pain...