-Some body congratulate me on my longest poem yet!-
How can she sit there laughing, at the TV screen?
While I sit here crying, slowly dying.
Wondering if I’ll ever be alright.
Or if I’ll crash and fall.
Angry tears, I cry myself to sleep.
Wondering how my tears keep falling.
When will they stop?
When will I not cry?
Why do they stare?
What is that look upon their faces?
And where will I be,
In the years to come?
The pain still hurts.
Why won’t it go?
No place to call home.
I have to wander and roam.
So Mum, I think you’ve found you don’t like this song.
Well I’m sorry for the pain I’ve put you through.
But I need you to understand
That there isn’t only physical pain.
The way she treats me stays in my mind.
And if I ever get a bruise. It’s not that, which makes me blue.
It’s more the fact that she did it anyway.
No amount of telling off will make this dear girl stop.
She needs to learn to stop bringing me pain.
Why do you stand up for her?
Sometimes you don’t.
But majority still rules.
Just because I’m not around, why should I receive a frown?
Please remember I’m still a kid.
When I am at home.
I’m pushed to the ground?
I’m feeling alone.
And it’s not better back at school,
With all those rumors I’m treated bad.
When did I become the victim?
Was I ever this bad?
I want you to know,
I never meant to be so.
If you look close, I think you’ll notice.
I look like I, don’t get no sleep.
On the outside you might see.
The scars of my sins.
But what you don’t see is within,
The only place I can be free.
Yes there still is the pain.
That can make my life mundane.
But I’m trying, yes trying to break free.
I need help though.
But not from that lady.
She took my friend she took her far, far away.
And I’ve lost her now.
Yet there is still hope for me.
So please tell me you’ll help.
Or do I have to move on.
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