Refuse to be a victim,
Of your poison words;
Terrorizing my reflection,
Running from your grasp.
Practicing my face,
In front of the mirror;
Believing if I’m strong,
The sting will be less there.
One promise is all it takes,
To rip my defense down;
Hearing you say, “I Love You”
Can’t look me in the eye.
The turmoil never ends,
Scaring me for life.
If today’s my worst day,
Then tomorrow’s my best?
Looking in my eyes,
Seeing the fear of waking everyday;
Wondering if I have a future:
Will I make it pass 18?
Author notes
I may never have been abused physically, but I am always at war with word and emotional abuse from the people that live closest to me. Abuse is never okay.
Stop the abuse.
A contest entry
- Bleed For Me... by infinitechaos07.
600 points, ended February 1, 2008, 27 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Abuse by PointeShoesToPoetry.
300 points, ended February 29, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Damn, I know how you feel... I was physically, emotionally, and verbally abused growing up... It's never ok and definatly not fun. The best advice I can give you is to keep your head held high, you will make it past 18 and you will grow up and be a strong successful person... and then you can prove your family and friends wrong. Very well written poem. Thanks for entering my contest and best of luck!
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