Will you stop yelling?
Your hurting me...
My heart is aching,
I can’t breathe.

Can you leave me alone?
Your making me cry,
I feel empty and broken,
Don’t make me.

Do you want to make me angry?
It hurts keeping it in,
I wanna scream,
I’ll punch you...

I don’t care anymore, but do you?
You’ve pushed me to the limit,
I’ve been quiet for 13 years,
I just wanna let it out...

Your not a very good parent because I’m scared of you,
I flinch when you raise your hand suddenly,
You say, “I’ve never hit you.”
Oh, but I remember.

You spanked me with the belt because I didn’t eat,
You slapped me on the side of the face with your rings because I annoyed you,
You hit me in the back of the head with the brush when I cried at the knots in my hair,
You almost pushed me down the stairs because I couldn’t do math.


Please just stop yelling at me...I hate that I love you even after what you’ve done...

Memories are stored in the attic of my mind,
Yet buried in my heart,
They still show deep in my eyes,
And their voices still whisper in my ears.

Faces I once knew,
Songs I once heard,
Paths I once walked,
And animals I once held.

It’s all a memory now,
I’ve been torn away,
She knows I wanna go back,
Although won’t let me go.

Days now pass just sitting in my room,
When I could be running through fields of corn,
Fishing from the lake,
And riding my bike down dirt trails.

Once in my grandma’s arms,
Being rocked back and forth,
Everything around us humming an enchanting tune,
I didn’t know I would truly miss it till I was gone...

Those moments are now just memories,
How I wish they won’t ever leave me,
I don’t wanna be left alone,
I feel lonely even with a million people.

I try not to cry,
Because when I do people laugh,
I try not to feel hurt,
Because when I am people just hurt me more.

I dream about the days I was there,
I dream about the days I will be there,
I dream about my home,
I dream about my memories.

I have so much to say,
Although, I don’t know how to,
I have so many feelings,
But I just can’t show them.

I’ve held up a mask for so long,
My arms are getting tired,
I’ve gotten so used to it, it’s no longer there.
It seems to stay automatically.

So be careful,
I’m a porcelain doll,
Who’s been dropped to many times,
I may be glued back together, but I’m still fragile.

I don’t care what people say,
I don’t care how they feel,
I don’t care what they think,
I don’t care what they do.

I’ll go back home,
Back where memories were made,
Back where the love is,
Back where I can’t feel hurt.

Trotting through the forest,
Howls sounding sorest,
I listen to the wolves cry,
Talking to the moon just as I.

We run free,
Because we are afraid and alone,
Looking for company,
For someone to accept us as their own.

I trust my instincts to protect,
Just as easily as water can reflect,
I trust my heart to lead,
Because I know I won’t be mislead.


But it isn’t as easy as it seems when your supposed to be the predator but instead your the prey...