If she loves me
she doesn't show it
She yells ant me and hits me
It isn't very fun
It's hell when my fathers around
He yells and screams and can't stan a thing
Is this the way life is supposed to be?
Should I cower in fear,
or should I stand up and fight?
Cowering gets me nowhere
Fighting leaves me
a million steps behind
He leaves no marks
They are all inside
I don't want to hide anymore
They gang up on me
They like to see me suffer
It must be easy
The only thing on the 'To do' list
is to make my life hell
I can't stand it
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