I die inside so you can smile
I limp to my room so you can run a mile
I wear rags so you can have style
I cry inside so you can play outside in the leaf pile
I can break this family with one phrase
I could end their naive daze
Mom won’t think its just a phase
and it wont just be my heart set ablaze
But quiet ill stay for the sake of them all
I can take the pain no matter how big or small
I can “Trip” down the stairs and fall
I can get hit in the face with a “Soccer ball”
I live in hell so you can live care free
God help you all if anyone could see
But i’ll be what you need me to be
because pain for your happiness is a small fee
-TFP47
I wrote this because my father abused me as a child and my sisters and mom still have no clue…
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I’m so sorry to hear that your father abused you as a child. No father should ever do that to his child. I like your poem though.