Speak and get head thumped
Try to hide the lumps
Bruises spotted, ignored
just apathetic chumps
Broken arm, fractured sternum
“Hurts me more…” sermon
Protector becomes abuser
me a needful burden
Apologize for misbehaving
Awkwardness raving
Guilty of being a kid
only love craving
Drunken rage, assume his guilt
Fists knock me off tilt
I internalize his rage
Life wilts
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