The door is closed <br />The 'game'begins <br />The same rules <br />That I can't win <br />Mommy where are you <br />He's hurting me <br />Mommy I wish you <br />Could see <br />He's on me <br />His hands under my shirt <br />I dont feel anything <br />Expect the hurt <br />I know that I cant tell <br />Or he'll make my life <br />Hell <br />This game <br />Never seems to end <br />Sometimes I pretend <br />That I'm dead <br />Or real far away <br />Because thats <br />the only way <br />I make it through the day <br />The door is closed <br />Time To <br />Play<br /><br />Barbara Dixion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-game-104/
