when dinner time neared,

it was my father i feared.

he'd look my way,

and i'd mumble; "please, not today"

i knew what was coming,

the beat of my heart started drumming.

he'd scream and shout,

and when I would try to defend myself, i'd be 'acting out'

so i'd stay silent,

but things would still get violent.

because apparently i 'took the piss'

i somehow deserve this?

droplets of spit slashed on me as he'd yell in my face,

for the love of god, please let me get out of this place.

i'd try to cover as much as of my body i could,

but it would never do any good.

he was faster, stronger;

the monster i could never conquer.

mother would cry but not stop the beating,

perhaps she would help if she knew he's cheating.

my skin bruised, burning with pain,

does father really think this is sane?

with anger still rushing through fathers bloodstream,

"get off me! get off me!" i'd scream.

the beating would finally come to a halt,

it's all my fault, it's all my fault.

"get up, bitch. finish your fucking dinner" he roars,

i suppose no one will ever know what happens behind these closed doors.