Moods change fast giving no warning and no time to hide.blocking out the cry's from a beaten black and blue mum.full of hate for the man I call dad crying the darkness of night.

Living in a real life nightmare that there's no waking up from.wanting to run and never look back for a sginle moment.knowing that in years to come these memorise will haunt me.

Dropping something on the floor telling my self not to make a sound.but its to late dragged by the arm and locked away.but no prince came to save this princess.

           Don't make a sound