Love/Hate

Love and Hate to simple little words.
Some can describe each with a million words, but we just call them nerds.

Love is something we say when we care.
Hate is so harsh it is like an unwanted dare.

They say that we can all love.
But some of us do not know how so we give it by a push and a shove.

I know I am not hated by my parents, I know they just can not see.
They just can not see the pain they give me.

They hit and punch, they yell and scream.
I just wish I could wake up from this unwanted dream.

I need a friend that can understand my pain.
Someone that can finally know my name.

I hide my real life so I will be excepted by others.
I sometimes wish I could have my friends mothers.

I live my life a second at a time, hiding my scars, my bruises and all.
I just lets others think I am clumsy and fall.

I have broken bones beyond belief, I have seen the emergency room a number of times.
I just want it all to stop cause my life is worst then a mimes.

I get beaten every night.
I have been so weak that I can not even stick up in the fight.

At the rate that I am at I am just going to die.
So I guess I should start saying my goodbye.