The side affects you left

I wake up, cold as the air
but i look and see my blanket is still there
i shiver i shake, my lip starts to quake
all of sudden i start to bake
i feel my head, and look at my hand
its full of moisture from my sweat gland
my temperature drops and rises not sure where to stay
another nightmare i had of that frightful day
i try to slow my breathing to a rhythmic beat
but then the temperature drops down from its high heat
look what you have done to me, i have been traumatized ever since
ever since the beating had commence
from age 2 to around the age of 6, i had to hide in my room
afraid you might come in with the end of your broom
but you didn't need that, i remember what you used
it wasn't even your own hand some times, i didn't know what it was then i was confused
you had used a boot you found in your closet
came up to me and told me to put my hands in my pocket
then you used a 5 inch paddle 1 inch thick
O GOD i remember that wooden stick
you used it on use when you had a really bad day
whenever my dad didn't come home with his pay
well guess what mom, i can brake that stick with my hands
and i have a size 13 boot, that i use to crush cans
I'm not your little boy that you use to beat
but thanks to you, once again i feel the high heat