poems of a teenage girl (1)

am I really capable of being enough for you?

the look on your face, the things you say

the tone of your voice, and the way you argue

makes me question my worth everyday

my fear of you grows every second

your words that could shatter me in pieces

and the touch that gets me frightened 

knowing that you're the cause of my bruises

oh how unlucky I must be

to live in a house that's dark and empty 

I wait for the days when I'm called grown

so I can pack my bags and leave this so-called "home"