Storm

unheard because I'm to scared to speak I guess all your degrading has come to make me weak I have so much anger built up inside me like a storm I can only say what you will never see because I know if I speak it will be the end of me I was banished to a shed for days without food repeating why you hated me trying to become new I'm grateful for that shed you see it put me away from pain soon the hunger hurt less I thought soon id be gone to heaven above that id finally see if love was what I always dreamt of I found a way to calm my storm but then the door opened and again I was torn