My whole life, (I'm 17), I've had to live with the abuse expressed in this poem. And for a very long time, I believed I was everything she said I was. Until I met God. I learnt a lot more about myself and who I could be and deserved to be and finally left. It's been almost a year now, and life couldn't be any happier for me!

Couldn't Be More Wrong

© May Winter

You told me that love wasn't meant for me
That I was the burden that everyone didn't need.
You let me be violated, stripped of all my pride
Took no acknowledgment of the hurt I tried to hide.
You looked at me in disgust whenever I passed your eyes
Told me how disgraced you were that I was a part of your life.
You battered and bruised me until I bled
Told me you hated me as you swung your walking stick across my head.
You told me I was a slut, just like my mother
Who slept with your husband and then gave birth to my brother.
You told me I was worthless and couldn't do anything right
You were the reason I stayed up crying all night.
You forced that knife across my wrists
With the hate you could only fully express with your fists.
You made me think that the only life for me
Was the life where I stressed myself fulfilling your needs.
You took your insecurities and made them my own
Its your voice that still haunts me especially when I'm alone.
Your face I still see in my happiest times
It's like this new life I own, still isn't mine.
Why won't you leave me and accept that I've gone?
Accept that I've found the courage to be strong.
I've found that me you said didn't belong
Because all that you taught about me, all that you said,
Grandma, God says you're wrong!