why mustn't I cry to let out the pain
why does he turn on me, when he is full of shame
why does he drink then let tempers fly
why mustn't I think, why mustn't I cry
my brothers sit about so very afraid
too frightened to shout out, so very scared
next day at school the teachers will say
which door did you walk into today.
I shrug my shoulders and hang my head
why can't I be bold ring lifeline instead
a sense of duty, fogs my brain
used to be so pretty, before this face full of pain
heard there's been an accident at the mill
fathers been killed should I think no ill
maybe I have cried my last, could I at last think strong
live like a child should, in a loving family where I belong..
children shouldn't be hurt, but loved all their life long.
penned 6/04/2016
Categories:
mustn, child, emotions,
Form: Rhyme