I cry in my bed thinking of the things that you've said;

All of them going through the brain in my head.

Are you blind or can't you see?

These bruises and cuts are the impacts you have on me.

I feel so sad, I feel so alone;

Didn't want to come to school,wanted to stay at home.

I have obviously asked you this question a million times before;

Why do you always hit me and throw me in the floor.

I know I always study and always read my books;

So why do you always criticize my clothing and my looks.

Its not actually my fault if I'm very good and smart;

Why do you always throw me hurt me and throw me at the floor like a dart.