Sitting in a corner, so scared and afraid,
He's standing there yelling at me,
and he's the one to blame.
Marks across my face,
From where he had hit me.
People always say that I've got it easy.
Bruises on my back,
The blood courses through my veins,
In this dark old room,
There is something untamed.
Scared to say a word,
Just one word to come out,
For no one knows what happens when the beast has made his rounds.
People always stare at me.
I now know what they say,
For all these scars left on my wrist,
The past has been revealed.
I do it one last time,
So no blood runs through these veins.
Poem About Being Abused
Untamed
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011 with permission of the Author.
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