Hold back the thoughts
The pain.
The fear.
Keeping to myself,
daring not to shed a tear
Questions are asked
Answers not given.
Bruises are made
As quickly as the are hidden.
Red water is not what I drink
Tis what I give.
She angers
scares
Hates
everything about me.
Red Light
Green light
One, two, three.
What I though was a game
Was really beating me.
Questions are asked.
Answers not given.
Bruises are made
As quickly as they are hidden.
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