I am sorry she feels so angry,
She tried to let it go, 
It's all in the past now,
But all she's done is grow. 

The memories sit beside her,
Dark pain silently crushes
Nothing to break the fear,
Screams no one will hear. 

Remember stinging legs,
Red and raw as silk,
Smacked and beaten badly,
Long gone the mothers milk. 

Why did you do it child?
You always break the rules.
Simply can't behave yourself
Hit her with the mules.

The slippers shimmered brightly,
Within an easy reach,
Grabbed them as a weapon,
In syllables every screech. 

I will give you something...
Something you deserve
Something to cry for. 
Given no reserve. 

The crunch like broken biscuit,
Bones like splintered wood,
Thrown away like rubbish,
Her nose has drips of blood. 

The taste of iron filings,
Magnetise her mind, 
Convinced of her guilt,
Conscious makes her blind. 

Still she seeks approval,
Just waiting to be adored.
She never will be good enough, 
She'll always be ignored.