The Bad

By ColorMeToxic

My happiest times as a child,

were at school.

when I went to school...

I didn't have to hide from You.

...But I did have to hide You.

All the marks I bore.

All the bruises I wore.

All the 'fucking retards' I heard

before You hit me some more.

I didn't share my 'secret',

Though I wish that I had.

Then, maybe someone would have

taken me away from the bad.

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Published on Sunday, March 27, 2016. Filed under: "Abuse" and "Poetry"

Comments on "The Bad"

A former member wrote: I love this. I really understand. So true for so many children . Thank you Beth for feeling it is alright to vent my anger on writng about my abuse.
On Friday, March 11, 2011, A poet of madness (114) wrote:

Running to school to escape home, and running home to escape school. An unfortunate pattern that's only now starting to end for me.
A former member wrote: Wow, this was insanely powerful, and I'm glad that you wrote this out.