It started with a call
And ended with me in a brawl
She said she would come home early
And I began to worry
I sent a fearful email
As I began to pale
When I got to my house
I turned into my usual form, the mouse
She sat at the table
Looking quite unstable
When she saw me, she shouted for me to come
All I wanted to do was run
She got up, eyes set on me
She started to scream at me like a banshee
She grabbed me and threw me against the kitchen counter
She managed to get even louder
She grabbed the plates resting on the table
And threw them at me, and yes it was painful
Then she heard my phone make a sound
And I knew the email I sent would be found
She read it, and then wrote back
She looked back at me and looked ready to attack
She grabbed my shoulders and shook me
When I started to cry and breakdown she let me free
She looked me over
And somehow turned colder
She made a disgusted face
And told me to clean up the place
When I did
She mumbled under her breath that she wished she could get rid of her kid
She told me to go to my room
And locked me in to my doom
I sat alone, on my mattress
Wishing away this madness
A part of me wanted a hug from my mother
Even though she made me suffer
I needed family, someone who would hug me
And tell me they loved me
But all I had was myself
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Walled In
PoetryI'm stuck, trapped within these tight walls, stuck in this neverending cycle of abuse. I'm walled in within this world of pain. There is an escape, please, come find it with me in these poems. A collection of poems about abuse on all levels.
