Who I am today is not who I was then.
I allowed myself to be beat by narcasistic men.
A punch in the face or kicked down the stairs.
Ive suffered too much over
the past years.
Lying to friends how I got the latest bruise.
Having to think what excuse I could use.
\"YOUR FAT\" and \"YOUR UGLY\" I was made to believe.
A black eye was my answer when I begged him \"please leave!\"
Years later n still I wonder \'what is it about me\'
Will I always be abused? will I ever be free?