The bruises on my arms and legs
Hidden by sleeves and pants
Are uncovered as you rip my clothes away
The healed wounds
As the whip hits me again
The scars on my heart
As you beat me
You don't even know what you're doing
You don't see what you mean to me
You don't know you ripped away my clothes
You don't know you whipped me
You don't know you beat me
Keep thinking that ignoring me doesn't hurt me
Keep thinking that your stony glare doesn't undress me
Keep thinking that your silence doesn't beat me
I'll keep it in my mind
I'll sweep it all beneath the carpet
I'll refrain from saying anything to anybody
I'll do it all to protect you, my tormentor.
You are my love.
That's why it hurts me so bad.
AN: This is my first actual poem. Please R&R and tell me what you think!