Weak

Why use childish taunts
Your meant to be old and wise
Why be such a baby
Are you trying to make me understand

Dad you really are weak
But then so am I
Coz all you can do
Is hit and beat me

Mom your ok now
Dad is no longer here
He can't hurt you anymore
He can't hit me either

This poem is based on my life. Everyone like my dad and stepdad think they are so big by calling me pathetic names

© Mark Coates 2005