I felt different when you hit me for the first time
It felt as though I committed a crime
My eyes burned and my skin was on fire
A feverish pain that would never retire
flared up in my heart that very night
I even thought that you were right
To beat me at every chance you had
If you were shocked, angry, tired, or sad
I felt different when you burned me for the first time
When your alcoholic stupor was in its prime
Your breath smelled like the cigarettes you used
Leaving my mind the  most confused
Asking whether you loved me or not
as you checked if the water got too hot
Used to scald my body as I screamed and cried
When they asked about the burns I know you lied
I felt different many years later
Asking myself if I hate her
Wondering if I should forgive the others
If I've found a way to forgive my mother.