I lay in my room, listening to the sound of someone walking towards my door. Will it be the hands of someone I love or will it be his other set of hands, which hurt me and bring silent tears to my eyes? I close my eyes, pretending sleep, hoping to stop the hands that hurt me, but slowly one eye opens and peeks; seeking the hands of love I so desperately need affection from.

I see love in the eyes of the person who hurts me. Does he know how much pain I am in? Am I imagining a love that isn't there? No, sometimes we play and he laughs that wonderful laugh of his and swings me up in the air. I squeal with delight and my heart fills with love.

I feel such fear when his loving eyes change when I have done something wrong. But what did I do? Why is he picking up his belt and looking at me with those sightless eyes? I know if I cry he will hurt me more so I keep quiet and pray for him to be the person I love again.

When I look at him though my eyes, I see the person I love, the person I hate, the person who hurts me, the person who loves me, the person I am afraid of, the person I want to love me more then anyone. Someday I will grow up and then who will I see through these same eyes?

Author
~Diva Kathryn~
Founder of Diva of the Net

Ssh! Must be quiet as a mouse cause there are secrets at my house. laughing faces, the smiles you see are really only masks to me. My mommy cries late at night her and Daddy had an awful fight but I'm as quiet as a mouse. cause there are secrets at my house. Sissy face is black and blue Bubby's arm is broke in two but ssh! be quiet as a mouse. cause there are secrets at my house. I try to keep the secrets straight like Bubby fell off his bike by the gate oh, and Sissy walked into a door and there are many, many more. So all the secrets I can't tell make my life a living hell but ssh! be quiet as a mouse. cause there are secrets at my house.

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