I live in a big house,
And I get full meals.
Yet noone knows how I really feel.
We have enough money
And my parents aren't divorced,
Everyone thinks its great of course.
But just because I have a "happy home"
Where there's no problems to be seen,
There's some things behind the scenes.
I fear my parents day and night,
I fear the beatings that loom,
Its almost like an inevitable doom.
The minute I slip,
The minute I mess up,
I'll be out of luck.
I open my mouth,
Just to speak,
And I must cower in my seat.
Anger fills their voices,
Tears fill my eyes,
Yet noone responds to my pleading cries.
There's no bruises on my skin,
But that doesn't mean I'm not hurt.
Its the words that hurt the worst.
