My life a book of poetry

Beaten toy

I lay my head and hope for sleep

but the fear of that man begins to creep

He's in my dreams and on my mind

I know he's near

I can feel it inside

he tells me not to scream and shout

but then he grabs a leather belt he beats me as he fills with joy

I finally know what he takes me for

not a being for love just to bruise

I am not wanted

But for his mental sooth

and now I know,

I finally see

I'm only the toy that that child needs

-kaitlin coooper-