Why do you mistreat me every time you see me?
I'm tired of crying, I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of being hurt and no one appears to hear me.
I’m only thirteen!
You are not my father, you hit me and defeat me.
While my overwhelmed mother comforts me, with her sweetness.
What will be of me! In a new dawn, when I hear your footsteps approaching me, I only think that I have to run.
Who to ask for help, if no one wants to believe me.
The abuse I receive, It is not something I will give my children.
Should I keep silent?
Should I scream?
Should I go crazy?
It would have been better not to be born!
Someone put an end! to the cruelty of bully some, because like me are millions! that fill suffering in the blood, in the heart and in the bones.
I’m only thirteen!
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Author:
G.Cabús (
Online) - Published: November 7th, 2023 01:18
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Great writing.
Thank you for your words; and thank you for your poems. Your writing is a source of feelings!
The dark night has arrived on a dark night,
All of the birds took flight.
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