She stares
At the ground
In her room
Listening,
To the words
Her mother
And father
Spout out,
To her.
Tears run down her face,
As she takes
The assault.
She gets hit,
Slapped,
Kicked,
Punched.
But still,
She stares,
At the ground.
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Poetry
PoezjaSo a couple of days ago, my friends and I were talking,and we got into poetry. I wrote down a really good poem, so I thought I would write some on Wattpad. These are quite sad though, so please bare that in mind.
