My Albatross

I'll never be the way

  you want me to be.

I don't care,

  you love leaving bruises on me.

Hit me---

     not them.

You love when they beg you to stop.

Please see

                  us when

                                 our cheeks redden your palm.

They runaway from you.

Why?

Well, you threaten to beat them.

They trust you.

                    The reason?

You made them; you feed them

          You treat them with that hate

you've kept in

all these years.

 

Envious; Ugly fate.

  Buried aches

            turn into tears,

                            stain our cheeks.

           Silent sobs

                      soak our sheets,

         while you are in your bed.

           Every day I wish

                                you hurt me,

     instead of them.