Hiding The Tears
 

The pond bank held escape for me, cane pole by my side
sometimes allowing my get away, without the need to hide
Escaping from the poverty, the abuse and bitter dreams
to the world we look a bliss, things aren't always as they seem

I can see the scars upon my legs, the welts from just last night
sometimes when you're nine years old, nothing seems too right
How does it seem to happen, when your parents seem to get so mad
you look around, no where to go, it makes you feel so sad

Looking in the water now I dream, about a distant place
were parents really love you, and doesn't slap your face
You wonder why they need to yell, why do they yell my name
don't they know when I go to school , I have to hide the shame
 

Dave W Hartman

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