Abuse
During the day I fake smiles,Pretending that everything is alrite,
But when the get home,
It starts over again.
They're drunk,
They grab at me,
I doge their hands,
and head towards my room.
They hit me,
and I grit my teeth.
I can smell the alcohol on their breath.
I turn to go,
but they grab me by my arm.
It hurt,
but I make no sound.
Knowing,
that this will only make them angrier.
They smirk,
as they slap me across the face.
They laugh hysterically,
As they kick me in the shin.
I fall to my knees in pain.
Finally they leave,
and I limp to my room.
As I look at my arms,
I see they are covered in bruises.
As are my legs.
I realize with a sigh,
That tomorrow I will,
once again,
have to wear long sleaves and jeans.
To hide my secret,
To hide my pain.
To make sure that no one finds out,
That I am abused.
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