Abuse

I stand up straight
upon command
Just to feel
the slap of her hand
I stand up quickly,
for to stay down
Is a naughty thing to do;
it make mommy frown
It's makes mommy mad
when I don't do my chores
It makes mommy yell,
and it makes her slam doors
I do't look at mommy
That the wrong thing to do
Why don't I look her in the eyes?
It's against the rules.
I don't say a word
I don't do a thing
I just wait for the sting
Of mom's wedding ring
Dad stands so
Idly by
He ignores me
When I cry
I try to stop
The flowing tears
Because if I don't
Mommy will bring out my fears
My fears of death
As she has once before
So if I don't stop crying
I shall exsist nevermore