Angry Letters - Poem by Christine Hamilton
I've been hurt sometime ago,
it started early on-
I don't know why they chose me,
but I feel I can't go on.
I sit and wonder,
what I did to deserve this.
Then I think to myself,
everything is amiss.
You told me once that you loved me,
the next time-you beat me up.
I really believed that you loved me,
but now you make me throw up!
I'm locked inside my own prison-
for you have put me there.
Someday, I will be released,
because someday out there cares!
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