Grow Up

Stolid, staring

Into your soul

You care too much

A loud smack

Sounds around the small room,

Rings in my ears,

Throbs against my cheek.

(I can’t feel my face.)

I dream for a moment:

On taking your head between my palms

‘Never hit me again’.

Tears roll

down my cheeks

(I can’t feel)

I need respect-

Value.

My fingers curl

But I am still

Numb

Still a child.

PeelingBlackPaintedWalls PeelingBlackPaintedWalls
18-21, F
Mar 10, 2010