Tell me right now what I have done wrong
Since that is what seems you believe in so strong.
Have I beat you and hurt you upon the floor?
Slapped you and smacked you to speak no more?
Kicked you and punched you on your own bed?
Would not let you breathe until you turned red?
No, I have not done any of these
Yet you continue to yell and put me on my knees.
You verbally abuse me when I've yet to harm you
And I become mad but with nothing to do.
With your words you beat me until my insides bleed
But for all this antagonism there is no need.
You treat me so bad as if I'm a whore
And throw all my needs right out the door.
All I am to you is a puppet on strings
But I am not any of these things.
No longer will I wait for you to slap me
So be ready to feel what pain I send to thee.
~05/15/10~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked it Florence