Forever Pain

You  want the lights out, but that means you will see the hand that beats you.
You want the lights off, but then you will forever fear the dark.
You look like him, so you wonder why he would strike the female version of himself.
Does he hate himself?
You are in the tale of Frankenstein where the creator, not the creation, is the monster.
You work late, stay at school late, and go home late;
So the there is less time for more pain.
Girls stare at the bruises on your back and do not say a word about it.
The bruises aren't permanent, except in your mind.
Mother is gone and the neighbors ignore,
Who will be your hero?
You want superman or the knight in shinning armor to rescue you from the villan.
The hits from the night before stay with your tender body all day long.
You try to reveal the marks that are cemented into the core of your body to the public.
They ask, cry, and scream for help.
But they seem invisible to the public eye, and you wonder if he ever hit you.
Until you go home;
That's where it happens again, just about every 365 days of the year.