Why am I not supposed to be happy?
Each and every time I smile,
The smile turns to anger.

Physical and Emotional abuse
Have now became my friends,
The minute I try saying something,
It’s either you will swear at me,
Or beat me.

Punching me and slapping me,
Has now became your hobby,
Most of the time you are abusing me emotionally.

Abuse is like feeling alone,
In a dark room,
It’s like memories flee,
Across my mind.