the abused child
I am just a child, no older than five. With everything I've been through in the past its a
wonder I've survived.
Nobody knows or will ever understand, How long I've been at the receiving end of this red
The way that i'm treated can be described as nothing but unfair. Why me?, why have i been
brought in to this world with parents who don't seem to care?.
I blame myself sometimes for my mother loosing her temper. Was there ever any good
times?, if so i don't seem to remember.
My father just goes along with everything she does and says, and i have to go along with the
beatings that last for days.
What will become of me as a person?, who will i be?, when shouting and beatings are all that
I will do my best to stay on their good side, to behave, as i don't want to end up in an early
This can't go on forever its already been years. I have been through it all, i cant shed any
I know in my heart that some day this will be over and I'll no longer be alone, that a proper
family will look after me and make their house my home.