My tears clean the floor, my head starts to bleed
I'm being slapped in the face, being told I'm a useless weed
If I tell anyone, I'll never see the light of day
Whatever I do is wrong, they beat me whatever I say
They stuff clay in my mouth, and masking tape over my lips
Or they'll pull on my ears and pinch the skin on my hips
When my siblings go out, they'll pin me to the wall
And when I get pushed down the stairs, and my siblings come home, They'll say I had a little fall
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