Beaten Child

I, too, sing, America,
I am the beaten child,
My parents hate,
My friends support me,
My teachers have no idea...

When I go home,
My parents sceam and yell,
My life is a living hell...

They hit me hard,
Slap my face,
They throw me all over the place...

I try to run,
But have no luck,
I'm already stuck...

I yell I'm sorry,
They don't care,
They just tear,
My heart apart...

I ask myself why?
What did I do,
to make them scream "I hate you!"?