Inside my glass dome...

               Inside my glass dome

MOTHER !! Can you not hear me, I'm trying to tell you at last.
As I bang on the glass,my clenched fists hitting fast.
He hurt me mother, in a place he shouldn't,
he said he'd make me stronger, I knew he wouldn't .
In the kitchen my mother just carried on singing,
To Shirley Bassey on the radio, all the time she was cooking.
I banged so hard on the glass I thought it would break,
Up went the radio, carried on singing for fuck sake.
The noise inside the dome vibrated around,
It hurt my eyes, my ears, my crown...
Still she sang, the awful fucking tune,
Mario Lanza next, now she will swoon.
The only other noise that was in our so called home,
Was my little baby brother, in next room on his own.
Ah, my baby boy, what you doing standing there,
Said my mother now seeing me, then fixing her hair.
Go out and play, but be back in an hour,
Daddy I'll be home, we can have tea after his shower.
I ran out of our yard, through the passageway, into our street,
Standing staring at our front door, it will be a while next we meet.

   That bastard will never lay a hand on me again...

I then ran, and ran, and ran, and ran... Never looking back.

There's only one way to tell i am an abused child,
Look at my eyes, you can see the glass...