Why was it you had to beat me? Why did you pull my hair?
Why were you so abusive: why, so hateful to me each day
Was I some sort of reminder of all of your erring way?
So many times I'd wake up: afraid of the approaching day
I 'd whimper whenever you'd call me and tell me come your way.
Didn't you ever wonder: how you were hurting me deep inside
The outside wounds would heal but the inner ones I had to hide.
Today I am still not able to be all that I really want to be
But I've made lots and lots of progress despite my frailty
Sometimes I still hear you yelling and still feel that awful pain
But I've actually begun the healing of those nightmares that remain.