Abuse pomes

The abuse

When I was five and I remember

When a person became my daddy

His name was bob and he was rough

And I heard he was bad

First came all the yelling

When I cried, he look and smirk

Then came trowing me across the room

When he saw that it didn't work.

When I wasn't hungry

For not even a piece of bread

The rule was "eat it or wear it"

And I had gravy on my head.

My parents always slept all day

Which I thought was really cool

I didn't worry about beating

When I first came home from school

In school kids made fun of me

But they didnt even know

That compared to my life at home

It didn't make me low

As I thought but should have known

How much worse that things could get

I never heard of this before

And it's something I won't forget

Sometimes I would try to run

Somewhere where I could hide

But then came the mental handcuffs

And in no person could I confide

But I am happy about one thing

One thing finally got stored

My hands were no longer tied

Behind my back with the cord

This is really bad enough

But there is plenty more

I was handcuffed to a chair and my bed

As well as the knob of my door

Bobs dad would take advantage

While I wasn't moving free

He would go on with the touching

And he started molesting me

This happened for 6 years

The screat kept so silent

Even though I had the marks

Of a childhood so violent.