Abuse
" The fist fell upon my head ," I tell the counsellor , " And for hours after it bled . Why do they do this to me sir ?" " I don't know dear child ." He said .
This happens every day , When I get home from school , They hate whatever I say . There is only one rule , Say a word and I'll pay .
I don't really think they love me , They just keep me here to beat , Hard as I try ,I cannot flee . They treat me like a piece of meat , They've done this since I was 3 .
One day , I finally got loose , I went to the police . Then suddenly it was on the news , Now finally I'm at peace , And they suffer for my abuse .