To my mother

I am afraid,
afraid to go home,

where I'm on my own,

surrounded by demons,

both real and imaginary

where other days

I'm so scared to move ,

to murmur ,

petrified of the wrath I may encounter,

mother why don't you see,

why don't you see my fear,

why can't yo see what my so called loving father does to me,

why can't you set me free,

free from your angelic husband,

for he is a demon in disguise,

please mother tell me,

do you even notice me,

do I mean anything to you,

do my multitudes of bruises not concern you,

is this just a game,

some silly little way to waste time,

tell me mother,

why do you belitlle me,

must you think so little of me,

that you crush my dreams,

making my tears form streams,

as you make me painfully aware of my insignificance

so tell me mother,

do you even care,

this doesn't seem fair,

you clearly see my dispair,

and yet even though you're there,

you do not seem to care.