The reason Why I ran away

At fourteen was the first time i ran away.
Peace of mind is all i wanted even if outside is the place i would stay.
I was truly being abused in every way.
Tear drops of mine would fall every day.
The person who use 2 abuse me ,you wouldn't be able to tell from the look.
Fist marks on my ribs is not all i took.
He would go to church every Sunday like he  was a saint.
I know the truth, Holy he truly ain't.
When police would come by he would act cool with them like nothing is wrong.
The cops seen the marks he gave me and didn't do anything about it ,that is one of the reason why my hate toward them is so strong.
If i ran away they would take me back to my home.
I wanted to die ,and every day i wrote a poem.
In the middle of the night you could catch me walking.
With a book bag on praying to God, but it looks like to myself i am talking.
I would look in people's windows, looking at families eating dinner with smiles on their face.
"I wish I had that", i would think ,my life i wish i could erase.
Up, there goes a cop,so i tell him a quick lie .
He looks at a picture and looks me dead in the eye.
I tell him "I don't want to go back" and why.
I am Petrified as I begin to cry.
They took me back to my home ,while it was still dark.
The evil cop said "I believe in whoopings ,next time use gloves ,for it won't make a mark."
I was thinking,that is not something a cop is suppose to say.
As soon as the cop left ,again I ran away.