Round and round
Which is up, which is down?
Can't see can't hear.
Fear and panic take over my senses
Running and running to no destination
Trying to escape
Voices and Images I tried to forget
fly before my eyes.
Hurt and Pain soar through the air like arrows.
Im the target.
My memories and happiness and freedom are slipping
Leaving me to drown in sorrow and despair.
It hurts, I'm re-living my worsest memories
the hits, the insults, the ridicule, the questions;
Why? Why do you hate me?
Why? Why can't they see I'm hurting?
Why? Why do they always brush me off?
How? How can they let a child suffer?
How? How do they expect us to trust them when they never listen?
They say stand up for ourselves, but why bother if it
just means the beating are more brutal?
The feelings of worthlesness come rushing back,
My eyes are stinging
My throat is constricting, wanting to cry out.
But I can't, no, I won't.
I won't give them the satisfaction of making me cry!
I won't let them know it hurts.
No one exept those I know won't tell,
will know what i know...
And even they won't know it all.
They won't believe me...