Dear Diary,
Last night my daddy hurt me.
It scared the hell out of me.
I cried. I was bruised,
and all because
I spoke up too soon.
He wonders how I feel inside,
but how can I tell him?
When I don't word it like he likes,
he gets angry;
very angry.
He got mad and yelled at me,
only for me to scream, too,
and when he took the belt to me,
it left on my leg marks and a bruise.
He don't see what it does to me,
but it tears me apart inside.
Because he is so ignorant,
I just break inside.
I'm scared,
but not alone for long.
I want to cry,
but then he'll ask why
and again I'll break.
Well, now I have to go.
Dad will call for me,
and again I'll turn angry....
again.
Lisi
This is a..sort of diary entry more or less than an actual poem, but this is something that really happened. This was originally for a contest.
