Abuse.

Another hit,
Another bruise.
The next day a new flimsy excuse.

More yelling,
Another fight.
Yet another sleepless night.

No matter how far it goes,
Still deny it.
And noone cares enough to recognise it.

Head held high through another day,
Because noone knows things are this way.
Secretly knowing nothing is ever going to change.

Sit through the yelling, the hits, time after time.
Day after day, pretend it's all fine.
Smiling on the outside, but screaming inside.

by shortcookie
posted on 04/01/2008