• I look at myself in the mirror
    Tears of pain stream down my face
    I can't believe it happened
    I think "What a disgrace"

    I don't know why I feel this way
    I never provoked it
    But somehow it's my fault
    I always seems to get hit.

    My mom never believes me
    She thinks her boyfriend would never do that
    She doesn't see him the way I see him
    And she always calls me a brat.

    She doesn't know how I feel
    She doesn't see how much it hurts me
    She doesn't see the bruises
    I hide them secretly.

    She'll never know
    She'll never believe me
    She loves him more
    That I can guarantee.