Abused

My body hasn't been used
or simply abused.
No one has touched it or
hit hard enough to leave scars.
I've been called names
that hurt to the core.
I'm short so therefore
i'm weak.
I'm a girl so
i must be silly.
Each day I hear
loved ones fight.
My ears bleed from
their words.
No one has touched me
or bruised my bones.
But my mind can never
be healed.

Reviews

[John Savage]

You treat the sad touching subject politely. I like it.

[ElizabethRaine]

Another serious subject. Abuse. You used both physical, sexual and mental abuse in this poem without confronting it straight forward. Really well done.