All these marks do not fit me,
They always appear when you hit me.
All the anger that is yours,
Comes to me as bruises and sores.
You have made me feel lower than dirt.
Even the words you say can hurt.
You swing back with all your might.
This is anger that I cannot fight.
Your abuse does hurt inside.
It pulls away all of my pride.
We both know that this is wrong.
But I guess the anger is much too strong.
All of your anger leaves me black and blue.
But I'll stay strong and keep loving you.
I recieved these cuts and sores through your rage.
Ones that dont heal with time or with age.
No amount of anger can ever be pure.
The words you throw make me so insecure.
You can never know the pain I felt,
When your words swung like a belt.
My heart is covered with a bruise,
Because of all the harsh words you use.
I guess these are hard times we live in.
But when I am older, I'll show you that all is forgiven
