Broken Tears
by Chrystelle, age 15

As I cower in my room
I hear my mom cry
I know he's with her
all I ask is why?

I sit here listening
to the commotion in the hall
why couldn't I be with friends
chillin' at the mall.

I turn up my music
to drown out the pain
for all of my life
these would be stains.

They would always see it
something I cannot hide
turning to friends
in whom I can confide.

Never being normal
memories of all these nights
broken bones and bruises
from the nightly fights.

Rushing back to reality
my door is broken in
my father's raised a hand
his face, it held no grin.

I forgive him fully
grudges I will not hold
I'm now free of him forever
prize better than gold.