Monster

A poem I wrote 3 years ago...

She beats, she hits
She kicks, she pulls
The victim is choice less
Because when you only have one choice you have none at all
So she blankets her fragile hands over her face
Like darkness blankets the earth at night
Trying to cease the heat of the moment
Hands over her face
To protect the little secular beauty that she has
A face that the whole world sees

Yet once the abuse is over she goes to school
No one would ever guess
Facades of happiness linger over her chest
Smiles covering tears
Ears covering echoes of pain
No one who is supposed to love her, loves her
She is a dog to them, a toy for them to manipulate
Like clay she molds to happiness then back to sadness
She is beaten, she is hit
She is kicked, she is pulled
By a monster

The most beautiful monster on the outside
But ugly hearted within
People like the monster
Because they don't know its truest reality