Christina8

The Truth

Brother beating me blue

Mom sees it happening too

And you know that it\'s true

Why didn\'t you help me?

 

My room, my stuff, it wasn\'t mine

It was his-not out of line

No safe place for me-it\'s fine

Enter Panic Disorder

 

It doesn\'t matter, I don\'t care

I\'d let him hit me anywhere

I only knew then it wasn\'t fair

You weren\'t able to protect me

 

My mother listened to a lot of verbal abuse

She had something deep inside, like a muse

He would spout hateful things and he was amused

I\'m no longer in your grip