Hands of Fate

On the way to college, I practice my lines,
No one can know that I’m just not fine,

It’s hard to bear and no one can see,
The pain I carry round inside of me,

My teachers wonder but they don’t say,
Instead they watch me, all through the day,

Because of the anguish I bottled away,
Not many at school wished for me to stay,

I stood in the corner and watched people go by,
They were happy and laughing whilst I wished to cry,

With the burden of the burning fears,
My relief was published with silent tears,

As I get home, reminders everywhere,
Of my dad and how I just didn’t dare,

When his first put my mum in her place,
I was useless but to stare at her face,

How she was strong, yet cried out of sight,
And I stood back before the one sided fight,

He would move and we would curl up small,
But when mum left that was bad an all,

My little brother moved out of his sight,
But I sat still, and he dimmed the light,

Then the shouting which I tried to ignore,
But made it worse and caused an uproar,

He would ask and I would tell him lies,
Protecting mum I thought it wise,

The cuts and bruises hid with sleeves that are long,
If people found out then my life would be gone,

Now it’s hard to forget the past,
The bruises fade but the pain, it lasts.
And he doesn’t give up, though he’s miles away,
A tear he causes, at least once a day,

Its angers me that he can hurt me so much,
When he doesn’t care if he’s out of touch,

Now my emotions run wild and his face I see,
All his beatings and ravings inside of me,

His messages hurt and his phone calls kill,
Yet I can’t ditch him, not at will,

I live with strange people, that don’t want me,
There’s only one option to set me free,

I want to do, it but people, who care,
Would be beyond upset, I just don’t dare,

Inside I’m crying,
A part of me is dying,

I dejected and broken,
But I’m still hoping . . .