Being push around
attacking without stop
this huge pound
that made my little bones pop
slam into the door
getting knocked out cold
falling into the floor
this never gets old
with no excuses
I was always to blame
with this horrible bruises
that burns like flames
the pain that won't go away
hoping that you are done
is this the price I pay
just to have a little fun
I look at my scars
and I see life is real
it's gone so far
no one knows the pain that I feel
slowly slowly
I wipe my hands
I look up closely
and soon I'll stand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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