I am

I am lonely and confused.
I wonder what it would be like to be loved.
I see fighting and abuse.
I want to leave and never return.
I am lonely and confused.

I pretend that i am somebody else.
I touch the bruises on my little arms and tiny legs.
I worry about what is going to happen next.
I cry when the hitting starts.
I am lonely and confused.

I understand that no one is perfect.
I say "I'm sorry."
I dream about the future.
I try not to think about my past.
I hope that this will end.
I am lonely and confused.

^this was a poem that i wrote for school, i thought it was okay so i put it in here. hope you guys like it.^