How can I begin to explain the belt beatings?
How he would sit there and watch me while I was bleeding.
To the pain inside there would never be any healing.
He became numb to how I was feeling.
He was oh so very vain, getting off on causing me pain.
He would would always say "Your the one for me".
I was in love to deeply to see the monster he would turn out to be.

People judge him without a second glance, he’s just the boy with anger management.
Anger is not something to neglect, but his is hardly kept.
Getting him to calm down is impossible you’re too late, he’s controlled by hate.
He’s sick of this anger inside of him trying to get out so violently.
The loathing is breaking him body and soul, it may be too late for damage control.
He tries to be different but he really knows no other way, his dad was as violent as he.
He learned from a young age how to be mean, how to manipulate the scene.
He’s not evil at heart he wants to change, just not sure how to start.
Show him he’s not the monster his father was, that he’s destined for great things and he has the ability to love.
When he sees the possibilities, and his emotions he learns to express.
He will no longer be the victim of anger management.

As a child i watched them fight, while trying to stay hidden out of sight.
Knowing if I should be found, I would no longer be allowed on neutral ground.
Who do you love they shout, simply saying you both wont count.
My child hood was filled with competition and war, they never realized how I was torn.
Constantly reminded I was never enough, they thought i could handle it,they thought i was tough.
Now no longer in youth, they never saw how this effected me over the years.
Their war done, while mine has just begun.
Now they say i'm perfect and loved, but I don't agree i'm defected you see.
I could not believe someone could love a person like me, it would be nothing more than a dream.
Sorrow and pain, loss but no gain, with all the pressure of being me I was no longer sane.
The answer was simple, it was there all along, on the counter it laid, a shiny new blade.