I’d always been such a sweet child.
My manners nice, my temper mild.
Then I met you, everything changed,
My heart and my life became rearranged.

You taught me to be bitter,
I found out you were a hitter.
You taught me to be cold,
Your hands having such a violent hold.

I begged you for release,
I just wanted some peace.
Although I pleaded,
Control you needed.

Well, I have finally broken free,
But not before you damaged me.
I have wishes and dreams,
Most involve YOUR screams.

I guess now I am bad,
I want to see you sad.
Who would have thought or could foresee,
All the darkness that lives within me.

© August 2003  Janice Jarnagin