A Poetic Child...

I'm sat in a room,
Listening to the banging and clattering,
I'm sad, in a mood,
Listening to bad language, so I'm writing,
I feel the words I see,
I feel the breath I breathe,
Thick,
Morbid stories,
I feel the bruises my mam has,
I feel the tears, that my mam cries,
I feel,
So I write,
I see the hate in my dad's eye's,
I see the pain, of a beast in disguise,
The air I breathe?
Haunting,
Daunting,
A miserable existance,
I pour my feelings on a blank page,
Within this room, It'll not be my cage!
The 24th of June, I found my escape!
The scars mam had, were tragic,
But...
The screams became my magic,
I found my star in the dark sky,
I found my poetic, minds eye,
Today in a lonely room,
I was born,
I became...
A poetic child.