"Abused Little Kid"

[allmeheart]

"Abused Little Kid"

I hide behind this mask
Concealing all my fears
The ones that have accumulated
Over all these years

You threatened me until
I swore not to tell
Promised not to say a word
About this private hell

I trusted you before I knew
The way you really were
But the past is now
Merely a hopeless blur

How can you enjoy,
Beating up your daughter?
As if I were just
Another animal to slaughter

Mom was never told
About the things you did
How I was just
Her abused little kid

I came home with
My cuts and my scrapes
Black and blue bruises
In fist like shapes

You got lucky I guess
That I was too frightened to tell
But the truth of the matter is
I was scared to rebel

I can’t take anymore
All the abuse
But I suppose its not
A good enough excuse

Cause no one really listened
When I spoke up and said
Daddy’s abused me
& I wish I were dead

You’re reading a poem
About the story of my life
Where every moments filled
With trouble and strife

I can’t find the exit
Don’t see an escape
I can’t help but wonder
If you had intended to rape

I can relax though now
As I lie in this grave
Seeing as how
I’m still being brave

My lips are sewn shut
So I can’t tell my tale
But thank god for
The mighty email

When this was found
Mom sent this to everyone she knew
Help the memory of me live on
Starting with you

Don’t think that this is a joke
Because its not
It’s the god honest truth
Of the battles I’ve fought


~Jessica~

A/N: I had intended to send this around in an email to make a point.... but please let me know what you think before I do, and yes I did write this...

[stupidxgirl]

I can't say much about this piece simply because it hits too close to home, but it's great that you wanted to make a point with it. It's a powerful messaged in my opinion, and it's often something people have a hard time facing head on. I actually want to thank you for writing it because I went through something very close to it, and I think people do need to know.

[thecrazybeautiful]

It reminds me a little of my mother, except she doesn't physically "abuse" me. She says alot of bad things about me, and is always finding something wrong with everything I do. She doesn't believe the truth and blah blah blah. It hurts, alot.

This poem was pretty good. I usually don't like rhyming much, but it wasn't bad. You still got the meaning and the feel of the poem through.

Well done.

[Laura]

"About this private hell"

--I like the "private" word added here.

"In fist like shapes"

--good description.

Some of it seemed forced or obvious:

"You’re reading a poem
About the story of my life
Where every moments filled
With trouble and strife"

--life/strife, too much of an obvious rhyme, I'd try steering away from it.

"But thank god for
The mighty email"

--I know you said this is intended for email but this pretty much ruined the poem for me. I thought the "mighty email" line was just a downer to the entire feeling ... to make the poem more effective like it should be, I would completely redo this part and don't state email at all. It's just too ... I don't know, not real. It doesn't seem from the heart with a line like that ... I'm not trying to offend because I really hope I'm not, but I just didn't like this line.

Overall it's not bad. It's a terrible situation and it's nearly impossible to write because things like this cannot be justified with words. We all realize.

[Only Me]

Isn't it amazing how one person can capture a strangers entire life in a few simple words without even knowing that stranger? This is my life almost to a T... We really need to do something to stop child abuse, there are far too many babies and children dying because of their parents or step-parents stupidity.
I really hope that this isn't your story but if it is I truly can say, I know how that goes and I am sorry that anyone else has ever had to go through the same thing. I do not wish any of the pain I have endured on anyone, not even my worse enemy... but we all have skeletons right?