He came in my room,

kicking and swearing,

grabbed me by my hair,

i was kicking and screaming,

mom just sat watching me ,

telling me i deserved it,

while he punched me hard over and over,

i went to school all bloodied and bruised,

people asked what happend,

the thought of being taken away scared me,

i told them a lie,

i fell outta bed, on some glass hit my head on the door knob,

each bruise on my face,

was a sybol of hate,

you beat me ,

my mom just watched,

how could you.

you say i need to resepct you ,

but i truely cant,

mom i was alone in the dark,

bloody and bruised,

you laughed when i cried,

and even with him long gone you still hurt me,

that image of you just sitting there,

and you said i was fat,

fat and ugly,

but truely im 140,

mostly muscle .