They yell at me for eating candy corns
And accuse me of watching porn.
I cannot leave, they won't let me,
So I sit around and thieve.
Once I went to bed, there I'd lie
When mom came in scaring me till I'd cry!
It happens once a day,
I don't know why or what to say!
Sometimes I think I'm dying
But deep down inside I'm trying
To cope with the slapping and hitting,
All the while me teeth I am gritting.
I hate it when he degrades me and smiles
Expecting me to whine awhile.
I refuse to give in,
And I know I always sin.
So is this hell?
It is, I can tell.
I don't want to be hit,
Or called a piece of sh!t.
I don't want to get yell at
For being a bit too fat.
But that's how it goes…
Will it end? No one knows.
Hurting and harming and crying and shame.
Life is not exactly the same.
It's what's expected.
I am not respected
In this hell of a house.
I have to be quiet, like a damn mouse,
And certain food are off limits.
Life has diminished,
Nothing makes sense.
Life is so intense,
If this isn't hell,
Well,
Then I don't know what is!