Me

They scream freak.
They sneer at my clothes,
At my hair, and the streaks.

Just because I am different,
Doesn't mean I should be hated.
But even the parent,

The one who is supposed to love,
The one who should comfort,
He sits and doesn't make them back off,

He encourages young men to hate.
He makes hate known,
And I take the bait.

I cry on his shoulder,
Hoping for warmth.
Instead I get a cold boulder.

A large strong man,
Who is supossed to be the only man I am to love,
At least until I am old enough to plan.

Until I am old enough to know that he has shown me that I am more.
Instead, he drinks and hurts me.
He takes my brothers, the ones I love, more than the sand on the shore.

My mother is just as hurt as me,
She tells me to hide,
To stay in my room until he sleeps.

But instead I stay up,
Hear her scream for help,
And run as if it wasn't much.

As if he wasn't my worst nightnightmare come to life.
As if he wasn't what made me distant too.
Never to be loved, never be a mother, or a wife.

I am not good enough for those things,
No man deserves some one who is terrified of them.
No man can stop the fear that comes when they come near, making me wish I had wings.

But no man can also see these signs.
They come too close, I pretend to hate them.
No fear, no one to call mine.

But that is the way I am,
Because of him,
Because he has made me afraid of man.