Belittled.

You taught me many things, to laugh an to learn,
Yet you never taught me how to banish.
As your fist hits my face all I do is yearn,
For the moment in which you'll realise I can punish.

For the things, all things you have done,
As your soul turns to charcoal;
My bare feet give way, I can no longer run,
Your crude, corruptive and out of control.

As I think the pains almost over,
You'll come back for more.
As I close my eyes like playing hide and go seek.
Nothing happens, nothing remains, nothing is for sure.

*This poem is also written from the persona of a young child, as the poet uses techniques such as rhyming to show the hurt and pain this child is feeling. In the sixth line the poet uses personification to indicate the change over of the soul to darkness as the soul 'sneaks to dark charcoal'. Other techniques are also used such as a simile to indicate to the audience that the child trys to hid from the bashing in which she is about to receive as she 'closes her eyes like playing hide and go seek.