Disclaimer: I don't own YU-GI-OH
A/N: This is the second part of the poem and I hope you like this one as well
PART II
I was the daughter you didn't want
You hated me without passing judgement
Didn't you think at all about my feelings
why didn't you love me mommy?
All my bruises weren't enough for you
You had to break my bones too
You burnt me with cigars and the stove
My nose had been hurt five times over
I wonder if you even loved me
Then why did you carry me
Why didn't you just end me then
To save me from the pain and misery
This went on since I was two
when my sister came into this world
She didn't look like my daddy
You would always say
Rachael never hated me
The way you seem to do
Of course we had our times
When we fought like sisters do
Grandma never hurt me
Not the way you always do
She never dared to lay a hand
But then she hardly visited
Why do you take it out on me
What daddy did to you
I don't know what it was
But I didn't do it so why do you hurt me
Mommy maybe you will never like me
I hear it's because I am bad
and that I am hideous
But aren't moms supposed to protect
Isn't it a promise when they become parents
But you act deaf; like you can't hear
you'd rather inflict hurt on me
you even kick me in the stomache
until I am whimpering in pain
I knew it was a bad day
one month before I turned four
You were seething with silent anger
One that had to be let loose
I swear I did what I could
to make your day that afternoon
but all you did was smack me hard
And tell me I was a big mistake
You went to the store to get some beer
and when you returned you drank them all
I began to get really tense afterwards
because I knew what was coming
You ignored my silent pleas
and my cries for help
You didn't care if you heard a crack
It only made you madder
I know you didn't mean what you did
You didn't know what came over you
Mommy if there could be second chances
I'd try to behave for you better
Because a little girl like me now knows
You aren't supposed to ask about daddy
You aren't even supposed to wonder
If you even mention a whisper of that name
It would really lead to anger
I'm sorry that I was a bad little girl
and that all I did that was wrong
I tried so hard to be that little child
the one you would be so proud of
I didn't want to screw it up
the bond that we both had
before I turned two, you were all I had
we were inseparable you and I
I really love you mommy
and I still really mean it
I even tried to take the blows
I couldn't survive the last one