I hate

I hate it when you tell me off,
for things i didn't do,
Silly, tiny, little things,
then i get mad at you,

I hate it when you hit me,
to make me black and blue,
The pain and fear in my eyes,
looking straight at you,

I hate it when you scream and shout,
when you think I'm wrong,
Then i feel all horrible,
like i don't belong belong,

I hate it when you make me cry,
when you make me mad,
Then you go and yell at me,
then you make me sad,

I hate it when you look at me,
with disapproving eyes,
I hate it when your breath,
is filled with little sighs,

I hate the pain i felt,
after every single whack,
And all of the belt marks,
straight across my back,

I hate the feelings that i have,
because I'm feeling low,
Don't ask me why i feel like this,
because i do not know.

Copyright 2005 - Amanda Linzi

Written about my mum and how she made me feel. Please comment. It would be very much appreciated and if you like it please feel free to click on my name and read my others. Thanks :)