The beatings

I try to shield my ears,
To cover all the noise,
Here comes a beating,
Cause I dont have a choice,
First he punches me,
The he slaps me cross the face,
My legs begin to tremble,
My heart begins to race,
Im sick and tired of the beatings,
Sick of being pushed around,
He puts his fist up in the air,
And then begins to pound,
Im done with all your bullshit,
ive had it up to here,
Im done with your girlfriend, Im done with you,
Im done with all the tears,
You dont treat family this way,
You dont put your hands on me,
Im not your F-n slave,
Just because im 17,
Im against abuse,
It breaks so many hearts,
Not only does it do that,
It tore my life apart...

Just a poem I thought about...