I once was a child,
So scared and beaten.
I am now a teenager
Still scared and beaten.
So many negatives thrown my way,
Humiliation, the worst of all.
How I have made my way through I will never know,
But I still alive and breathing.
Biting, Choking, being thrown around and hit multiple times physically and emotionally,
But with every negative I still stand up.
So scared and beaten.
Will I ever be a stand up for myself?
So scared and beaten.
No I have learnt standing up gets yourself hurt,
Growing up still scared and beaten.
Till my last day,
So scared and beaten.
Because what happened as a child has scarred me for life. And thank you
Sad ink.But why do you feel so as if you are being treated bad? Nice write though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An emotional poem, Jane. But not a sentence of life-long fear. You are a unique, special jewel and once you believe that yourself, the fears and pain will abate. Peace