Abused

Do you like to stand there and watch me burn? Do you enjoy listening to me cry? When you hit me I feel as though I'll die, Who knew that maternal love really hurt? The freedom that I know I'll someday earn Makes me swallow pride, tell her its not a lie, That really it doesn't hurt and that I Will never leave her. I know she will learn. When I leave her standing out in the rain. Walking away from the terrible place I no longer stand for all the abuse. Just stare out that sheet of glass - window pain, Guilt ridden tears streaming down her pale face. I am not to return, I will refuse.