Cryptic Dread

I live in a world of constant fear,
a place I've called home for many years.
There's no love in this hellish sphere,
the only living part of me are my tears.

Years have come and years have gone,
I’ve grown older and still I've withdrawn.
Dark depression and beatings I’ve undergone,
an aggressive step dads words I still fawn.

What little soul that exists within, laments,
I muffle my own sorrow deep yet I do not vent.
These memories and words in my brain still torment,
to what effect they’ve hurt me there is no extent.

I’m brainless and craving something which I do not possess,
a life of love and caring is what I wish I was blessed.
Yet my fears and pain I forever must suppress,
for this is my only way of letting myself profess.
Yet I digress.
For something inside lingers,
an anger that points a finger.
A built up rage I feel.
Yet for now it shall remain concealed.