I went to
School again.
I saw him,
Standing there.
I didn't know
He even cared
About our little child.
I walked over
Clutching my stomach.
And he did the worst
Possible thing
In the world.
He punched me
In the stomach.
He punched
my little baby.
I couldn't feel
any more kicks.
I attacked him.
Biting, scratching.
Getting pulled
Apart.
He never cared.
I was just a drunken
Dare to him.
I'm still hiding
Hiding behind the pain.
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Hiding Behind the Pain
PoetryA book of free verse poetry about pain, hate, and everything life throws at you.