I wear long sleeved clothes in the middle of middle of summer, because I have to hide the bruises.

I wear layer after layer of makeup, because I have to hide the bruises.

I fall asleep in class, because I laying unconscious, surprisingly enough, makes you tired.

I school is hard, because he told me I'm stupid.

I flinch every time someone raises their voice, because I know what happens after he raise yours.

I flinch every time someone touches my back because of the cuts he put there.

I smell like alcohol because that's all he drinks.

I flinch when someone raises their hand, because his always come down on me.

I worry when someone talks about belts, because he carves stripes into my back with them.

I wear layers of clothes, because I might bleed through only one.

I cry when I receive a mark lower than 90% because I know what he does when i am anything less than perfect.

I must be perfect all the time.

So I wear long sleeves in the middle of summers, because the bruises on my arms are not perfect.

So I wear layers of makeup because the bruises on my face are not perfect.

So I try hard at school, because failing is not perfect.

So I laugh and smile, because anything less is not perfect.

Each morning I look in the mirror and try to look perfect, because if I am not, he ensures that there are consequences.

Each day I go I smile perfectly and act like nothing is wrong, the thing they don't know is that my acting is perfect.