Scarred

He pushed me into doing things I’d never done before.
He was like a wave, pushing my life into another shore
For me to go and find again,
Guided only by sparks of pain.
Delusions in his mind drove him to become insane,
But the one thing he wanted, he could never obtain.
He wanted to be the hero, so he made me look bad,
He took away my confidence; he made me really sad.
He’d do the weirdest things and I’d do the same,
In the end he tricked me so I would take the blame.
He seemed to enjoy the attention that we used to get.
While I’d be home crying lost in the regret.
Then he made a deal, so he’d be nice once more
But then he changed the contract, so he could abuse me like before.
He pinched, hit and punched as well,
He turned my life into a living hell.
Eventually I lost all the faith I had for him,
Bruises and scabs covered all my skin.
Cuts hurt but his words were the worst.
I’d go home and cry thinking I was cursed.
Then my prayers were answered, he decided to walk away
I was filled with joy on that beautiful day.
I was so happy, across my face I wore a smile,
The bad thing was it only lasted awhile.
I should have known. As Robert Frost said ‘Nothing gold can stay.’
He came back again on a horrible Monday.
Only one terror-filled week passed by
And he left us again telling everyone a lie.
Time has passed. The wounds are gone, a scar remains
But I’m still filled with all these pains.
My true friends have seen it all and they understand me well.
I don’t want him to get away with this, but I don’t know whom to tell.
It still lives on for me and it makes me so upset.
I see the scar each morning, so I’ll never forget.
I thought he was my friend. Friends don’t make each other scar.
But at least I learnt a lesson; I know who my friends really are.