Fight Poem by Natalie Taylor

am i a mong?
god my feet pong
why is life so complicated?
where no thoughts get compensated

i know i am right
ill prove it with all my might
and put up a big fight
to get rid of the fright

i want to sleep
but he might peep
i feel out of place
i dont feel safe

day by day
i waste away
trying to fight
when i dont want to fight

i cant let them win
especially not him
everythings gone wrong
god what did i do wrong?

why must i be punished?
my life completely banished?
so much pain and hurt
because of that pervert

three years of age
i couldnt write a page
now as i look
ive written half a book

i feel unsafe and alone
in my own goddamn home
i always try to hide
the unbearable pain inside

i remember it all
as i stare at the wall
for 3 months i disappered
all because he appeared

the feelings are still real
the mental scars will not heal
should i dropp the case?
or face his face?

this can not go on
ive dwelled too long
someone help me
this cannot be

im fighting the world
well i give up!
cogratulations world
youve screwed my head up!

you have won
i surrender
hands down
im at the end of my teather