Abused (about my life as a little kid when I was five)

Mommy's at the bar,
Daddy's in jail.
When mommy comes home,
Her breath smells Stale.

Mommy's drunk,
She starts to yell.
Mommy isn't happy,
I can always tell.

I pick up Chris,
I grab Duane.
We run and hide,
I don't want them to feel more pain.

We find a creek,
Behind our home.
I let Duane play,
But tell him not to roam.

It's getting dark,
We have to go.
I hide them under the bed,
And tell them to stay low.

Mommy wakes up,
She comes after me.
I know what's coming,
But I stand as still as a tree.

Mommy gets mad,
I refuse to tell her where the boys hide.
Mommy hit me so hard,
That I cried.