
| Unheard Confessions
Author: roselilie A childs hidden childhood...not one of my best...please R&R
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Words: 438 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 03-29-05 - id: 1871662
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Death
Destruction
Deceit
Is she
Pulls my hair
Doesn't let go for another mile
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She
Smiles only to see me cry
Her eyes stare at me and tell me to die
Laughs when I'm in pain
Even harder when it's caused by her
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She
Smacks my face
Wanting to break my jaw
Punches my stomach
Just to see me fall
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I do my best not to cry
Just so she won't strike
One more time
She speaks to me
Like I'm just fine
While she yells
I do my best not to cry
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It's been an hour
My answer still not right
Its 1am
Past my bed time
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No help to protect my sides
She hits me
Because I cried
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I'm so hungry
I didn't eat
I made sure she was full
Before I got my bowl
It's been nine years since daddy died
I was only one at the time
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Tears threaten my eyes
She kicks me one more time
My legs receive the pain
Here comes another bout
Of infinite rage
All because a year ago
I spilled my juice
It's no use
I cry anyway
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Its 2am
She's says "Fine
I'm going to bed
Don't do it again!"
She leaves my room
I close my eyes
Wondering if
It's safe to cry
I hold my tears for
One more hour
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The house is dark
She's asleep and in her room.
I close my eyes and begin to cry
Just one more time
I still stay quiet because she's near by
Now my pillow is soaking wet
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My face is swollen
My eyes are red
And it starts all over again
In her room
I hear her scream
Screaming "NO!" loudly in her dream
She won't remember it when she wakes up
She doesn't stop for another two hours
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Its 5am I get out of bed
My day starts all over again
I wake her up
Find her clothes
Pack her lunch
She's ready to go
I rush to my room
To hurry up
Get dressed
Forget my lunch
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I hide the bruises
From last night
Hoping it would be the last fight
Maybe things will go right
I put on my mask and live out life
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I come home
Take off the mask
I rush to the kitchen to make supper again
I clean the house
Do some homework
Waiting for her to come home
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When she looks at me
I fear everything
I look up just one more time
And ask "please daddy not tonight"
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