I am ever silent before you; I promise I won’t say a word,
But please stop striking me!
I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.
In those days of childhood, When I was under the hood, Of mom and dad and all around, When I was always home bound. When all that mattered was just, The moment to be lived best, When dreams were limited, To a peer’s possessions –prized, When the concern was only Getting punished for folly, When the struggles…