Why was I made

If I was meant for hate?

Why they pretend to love me

When they tell me the opposite

In every yell

In every punch

In every kick?

.

The bruises on my body

Are nothing to the ones on

My Heart.

Every hit seems to crack my soul.

Every yell seems to break my ears.

Living has become a nightmare.

.

I hate existing-

If that's what you call this.

I hate hiding in the closet,

In fear of my life.

One day Mommy and Daddy,

They're gonna go too far

And I'll be gone forever

.

I'm always different from the other kids

Always Alone, Always Hiding.

If anyone knew my story,

Mommy and Daddy would kill me for sure,

And no one would care,

They'd be happy,

I'd be just another bad memory.

.

They're not upset after they hit me,

Instead they smile proudly at their acts.

Strangely enough, I still love them

But if I could,

I would torture them with my smile.

My beautiful hidden smile.

And see if they like the pain…

.

I'm so sick of being defenseless,

So easily hurt by others.

When I grow up, I'm gonna have power.

And they'll be sorry,

Along with anyone else

Who tries to hurt me…