Your hand meets my body
Slowly beating me into pain
You think it's a joke
That i don't mind
"Becuase i'd say something if it was too much"
Apparently you can't read me
You can't see my laugh is my mask
A way to hide the pain
You do this every day
And it doesn't get better
Every sick joke i make is combated with your fist
My back and gut reeling from your fists
But i laugh
And i noticed the concered faces of people walking by
But you don't
All you notice is the smile that barely makes its way on my face
My eyes don't' show what you see
Yet you repeatedly abuse me
I have a friend
Some would say she mentally abused me
And now i have you
Everyone would say this is physical abuse
But at least she apologized
Said our fights were stupid
Made me feel a little better about it
And you
You just walk into class
And i deny the tear slipping from my eye
I shake it off
And move along
Clutching my gut as i go far away
Lose myself in my mind
Try to get far away from you
I can feel the distance between us
Much larger than it used to be
Growing day by day
Hit by hit
And even though i'm going to your quince
I have the sickening feeling there'll be more of this
You call this us messing around
Others call this abuse
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. I know right now, you can't tell. But stay a while and maybe you'll see a different side of me" - Matchbox 20 Poems are my way of freedom, to express myself, and all of them are here in one place, most...
