The girl could not stand her step mother
Her rude remarks ate her soul
With little to no help from another
Her life is the one that she stole
She could have become one with self pride
One that was hardly ever shy
But now every visit she wished her heart died
So the hurtful feelings would not stop by
Alone she would cry without a sound
"Why do you say hateful things?"
She could not lift her feet, victim to the ground
Wishing to no longer be tugged by strings
Short visits or long, she can't stand it
"Just two more years," she says
Only to herself, though, she had to admit
She can't count many more days
This is my story I wish to tell you
Of the mental abuse that's never seen
It's only something I need to get through
Until I turn an adult at eighteen
I don't know how much more I can take
With these hurtful, hurtful words
I know I can feel my whole body break
Slowly crawling inwards
I ask that you do not pity me
But help me to become strong
With you by my side it will help me decree
That this is terribly wrong
