Broken home

I walk around with my head held down as you look at me as if a disgrace and i begin to think of what i must face
they say that it's wrong and that you'r so very mistaken
and that you\'r the one that\'s missing out but they trully dont know what you do and to who...
i sit there alone untill i hear your foot steps and the argiung between you and her a tear begins to fall down my face in disgrace as you beging to say its my fault of what you did and that you trully love us
i walk out of the room only to se her body broken beated and brusied just then you slam me into the wall to make me promise to not tell just then i sneak out the door in a horror i run
crying and thinking of the words you said and how you wish i was dead it wasn\'t always like this i try to think you use to love me and hug me you use to say you\'d always be there for me but what a lie you\'d see
look beond the brusied and broken
lokk deep within at the tears and little girl you left behind i was known by many as your daughterbut know im known as the girl and the story of what you did

..... please rate this poem is about my father and what he did i didnt put that much but what i wrote hopfully is enough.....