I was only a child when i was hurt, i screamed an shouted as he pulled up my shirt,

An then thats when the belt came out, An i began to scream an shout,

He then lifted his arm and gave me a whack, an i got a nasty pain shoot through my back,

An this sort of stuff was day in day out, But i didnt do anything to deserve a clout,

An why did i have to eat off the floor, if there wasnt enough room u could of made more,

But instead u used to tread in my food, then beat me with a buckle for gettin in a mood,

I hate my life an what ive become, my dreams got taken from when i was young, An now i go out an pretend im alright, when really im broken ready to give up the fight,

See nobody knows who i really am, I got beaten out of me when my life began,

The real me is inside somewhere, trapped behind, all the pain an despair,

An maybe 1day the real me will come out, but with the life i have i very much doubt, So to end this poem all i will say, is to the people that think they know me my minds fading away.