‘This hurts me more than it hurts you.’
I close my eye and pray it's untrue.
‘Go to your room and wait for me.’
I wait minutes, cry eternally.
I can’t contain the rage that’s inside,
But I conceal the marks on my hide.
Vent on the flesh at the local playground,
Until bars and bricks conceal and surround.
Anger and rage flows through and through,
Struck forcefully into the new.
‘I’ll teach you to obey.’
Love, hate, home, trust, betray.
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