abuse poem 4

[Asylum]

People can see what you do wrong
They see your marks on my skin
The xrays of my broken bones,
The teeth chipped, and the scars of coping with abuse
They see what I’ve done to shut you out.
People see you in public when your in rage.
They see you punch me, and hurt.
The brave ones ask you to stop.
But you just get more angry.
The images in my head from all the things you’ve done,
I can’t forget
I try to cut them out, and self punish for believing I deserve the pain
But nothing can stop the hurt.
The screams of my sister as she gets beaten won’t leave my head.
The fear and anxiety of what pain is yet to come is always there.
A child should not fear their parent.
They should not have to run or play sick games of hide and seek.
I feel so weak cuz there is nothing I can do to stop you.
I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve your hate.
Because when I’m doing nothing, I get screamed at.
No matter how far I try to stand away
You manage to find a way to put me back into your destructive path and hurt me once more.
I can’t wait till the day I fly away.
I pray that it will be one day soon.
I thank God that you have gotten better.