My Scars

These scars I hide

Are filled with pain

Of all the things people did

That keep me chained.

The first time Daddy slapped me

And got angry when I cried.

That was the dayWhen my respect for him started to die.

At the campgrounds

Where Mother did the same.

She didn't care that she hurt me

And felt no shame.

When Grandma turned against me

Who was once the only one on my side.

I became so alone

And all I wanted to was cry.

From being bullied all my life

But thinking 'Things will get better, surely'

Yet things have been so hard.

Do I deserve to be treated so cruelly?

Every hit, every word, goes so far

Though they don't see it

Everything they do leaves scars.