• Who am I?
    To walk the streets
    And see the beatings.

    I feel it.
    The pain,
    The agony,
    The self-pity.

    Where is there to go when there is nowhere to turn?
    I am confused.
    A terrible feeling in my chest
    Making its way up my throat.

    I feel it.
    The abuse,
    The terror,
    The fear.

    I can't breath;
    Can't speak.
    I am not to move.

    A self-loathing sensation,
    with my heart moving.
    It is stuck in my mouth.

    What am I to do?