You told me not to cry.
You only did it because you loved me.
You told me not to run.
Then you’d chase me away.
You enjoyed the pain you put me through.
Why else would you do it every day?
You told me, it hurt you more then it hurt me.
You’re not the one being bloody up by a belt.
Being beat with a golf club.
So many scars.
With each a painful memory.
These burn marks from cigarettes ‘accidentally’ touching my arm.
These scars on my back from when you ‘fell’ with a whip.
Down my legs covered in scars from so many events.
The scars on my head hidden beneath hair from the times you hit me with belt buckles.
So many once broken bones.
Yet you endured the pain.
I did what you told me to.
I never told any one.
Never let them see.
The long sleeves, pants, and base ball caps were used to hide your ‘affection’.
And what did that get me?
So many unwanted trips to the ER without mom’s notice.
I should have told her.
But I didn’t, not because I was scared of you.
But because you were scared of her.
Scars build character, that is all you doing for me.
Why would I want you to leave?
People say they love your poems, don't get me wrong i love them too. But there's a bigger picture then the poem. What about you. I'd be more inclined to ask how your doing, and if this is truely happening then complmenting your peice. I'm not sure how you feel thankfully. But i know whats it's like to have to hide something important everyday with long sleeves.
Keep writing you really are an amazing poet, you have a way with words and you know how to exress them with real emotions, not fake ones.
Wow this is a cool poem i know how you feel in this one i was an abuse subject myself and i wear them loud and proud. And when people ask about my scars i dont lie ill tell them. Mommys boyfriend hits me and rapes me and mommy dosnt give a [censored]. So dont think your alone. There are others out there they just hide to. im sorry about this.