Abusive Relationship

I look in the mirror,
And see myself crying,
I'm sick of the way you treat me,
And I'm sick of all your lying.

You hit me, Because I 'deserve it'
You push me around all day long,
You say Its All my fault,
You say I'm whats wrong.

You can see my tears,
You can see my fear,
I lock myself in the bedroom,
My screaming, you can hear.

Get rid of me if you want,
Do whatever you please,
I'm in pain from an illness,
And your the f**king disease!

poem by Ashleigh Klepachek
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