Abuse
Pain, that is all I know.I curl up in defense,
A tight ball of misery.
I listen to my jailer's laugh,
Ringing in my ears,
Mocking me, taunting me.
He wants to see me cry,
Me, a thin wisp of a girl.
Bubbly no more, vibrance gone.
I knew he was not all he said.
No one is as honest
As they like to think.
But I lived in denial,
I needed to believe that,
For a while,
The world was not all dark shadows,
And disaster.
I stare up into his eyes
Mine wet with unshed tears.
Unshed for knowledge of the good
It would not do.
Unshed for the knowledge of the satisfaction
It would bring him.
He leaves the room,
Leaving so I can heal,
Just so he can knock me down again.
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