Was I always your little girl of games,
worst of all starting with nasty names.
I wasn't perfect and I got that loud and clear,
but did I really have to live in fear.
Living in fear of your hate,
Like running from you and not being able to vacate.
I try to run for the door,
I just can't stay here anymore.
Pulled back by my hair,
'Naughty Little Girl' you say with that stare.
This just isn't fair,
All I asked was a portion of your love and care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem