Curled up so tightly into a ball,
Trying to forget what just happened in the hall.
Dad hit me twice on my back and my head
then he decided to use his big belt instead.
The metal buckle tore and my back,
over and over, whack, whack, whack.
I don’t know why he does this to me
sometimes i wish the man would leave me be.
I am a victim in my own house
but still i stay quiet as a tiny mouse.
If i told anyone they’d take me away,
but my poor old mum needs me to stay.
If i went away he’d beat her instead,
Maybe he’ll stop when one of us is dead.