Seeing him causes a rush like no other.
In my mind, I can see him perfectly.
Like he's never hurt me or made me cry.
Looking at him causes icy shivers to rush down my spine.
You'd never know it by my smile.

Sharp pains erupt within
Me as he batters me again and again.
Inside I am crying; on the outside I am
Lying. I force a smile that isn't real.
Each passing
Second, another person passes me by without noticing.

"Only I will be here!" he screams in a rage.
Falling on my knees, I pray to a god that I'm not sure exists.

Many years later,
I am strong and free.
Never again will I put on a plastic smile while
Everyone around me believes it.