My tears run down unhidden <br />From all the times you had hit me <br />But most of all you don’t <br />Remember, but I do, I remember every time <br />You hit me, kicked me, gave me burses, <br />Screamed at me, but the thing is I pity the next <br />Girl you find, will she end up like me <br />Batten, battered, lying here on the ground, wishing <br />That I didn’t fall for you’re looks.<br /><br />Sandra Wiebe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/betten-n-battered/
