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You scream at me, call me manipulator
say im stupid, or that im spoiled.
"The world doesn't revolve around you" dont you think I know that...
you accuse me with your words "slut, liar, self centered"
you beat me...with your words
slowly destroy me, abuse me
you say "get a backbone, dont be so emotional"
the tears I cry are for you! and you only see them as manipulation to try to get my own way
"you live by double standards, your just like your mother" theres no wonder as to why she left you...
You read my texts, listen to my conversations...have you tapped my fone yet?
I have no choice, no freedom
I must watch what I say and do, i must hide myself from you
Good grades are not enough...they must be perfect in order for you to be pleased
I am not enough for you...
why not?
I must excel at everything you shove at me...dont you see your shoving me away?
you wonder as to why I hide in my room, or behind my iPod
its to hide from you
your taunts and jeers cut me like a knife
your accusations of getting pregnant and being needy bruise me
why dont you just hit me? it would hurt less
no one knows about my abuse, because the scars I carry reside on my heart
people dont think its that bad compared to physical abuse...its worse
All I want is to be cared about, to be told good job...
After it all you say you love me...
liar
say im stupid, or that im spoiled.
"The world doesn't revolve around you" dont you think I know that...
you accuse me with your words "slut, liar, self centered"
you beat me...with your words
slowly destroy me, abuse me
you say "get a backbone, dont be so emotional"
the tears I cry are for you! and you only see them as manipulation to try to get my own way
"you live by double standards, your just like your mother" theres no wonder as to why she left you...
You read my texts, listen to my conversations...have you tapped my fone yet?
I have no choice, no freedom
I must watch what I say and do, i must hide myself from you
Good grades are not enough...they must be perfect in order for you to be pleased
I am not enough for you...
why not?
I must excel at everything you shove at me...dont you see your shoving me away?
you wonder as to why I hide in my room, or behind my iPod
its to hide from you
your taunts and jeers cut me like a knife
your accusations of getting pregnant and being needy bruise me
why dont you just hit me? it would hurt less
no one knows about my abuse, because the scars I carry reside on my heart
people dont think its that bad compared to physical abuse...its worse
All I want is to be cared about, to be told good job...
After it all you say you love me...
liar
Literature
Not Abuse
Some days,
She just wishes he would hit her;
Some days,
She just wishes he would beat her;
Some days,
She just wishes,
Just wishes,
Just wishes,
He'd abuse her.
Bruises show,
As do cuts,
But nothing shows,
Verbal what?
Abuse?
Who gives a fuck?
It's not abuse if you don't have a cut.
Literature
Child Abuse
My name is sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try
Literature
Abuse
Goodnight, he had said, I love you, he had said.
I-
Hate you hate you hate you, let me out of here, let me out! I'm so scared, please, just go away, I-
Love you too. He nodded and left-
My room, I can hear him walking a few paces away and stopping so he can see-
Me alone, changing into my pajamas and going to-
Hell, because I was a bad girl, he said I was a bad girl and I didn't deserve-
Sleep. I always sleep-
Horribly. I know he's still there, waiting for the right time, so I curl into a ball-
With an old stuffed bear because-
Mom likes to see me with it, even though the bear gives me nightmares, because-
He gave it to me. I fall-
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just a small prose about the emotional and verbal abuse I receive from my father...
"Soon I will leave just like she did"
"Soon I will leave just like she did"
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Yep, I know how this feels