I'm in a corner, Getting scared.
Not that it matters, Not like you care.
You begin to beat, You've gotten stronger,
The sting is short, The pain is longer.
I look up at you, In those bloodshot eyes,
You wickidly smile, Do you hear my secret cries?
Its been hours, I'm becoming numb.
Your fist, here it comes.
You finally stop, I dont dare to move.
When you hurt me what are you trying to prove?
You gain nothing, But I do,
I gain pain, and hatred towards you.
One day you'll beat me gone,
I'm a weakining fawn
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I pray this isn't true, but it sure feels real. Deeply felt. Keep writing.