The Ending Before A Start

• Amy Macdonald, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2017

We hit a bump in the road and then you turned into a toad,
Told me that I was to blame and how much I should be ashamed,
In my room where no one could see, the darkest war inside of me,
You came to my room mad as hell, that's when you started to yell,
Scrunched your hand into a fist and that was when I let out a hiss,
You left and came back with a whip, surely I wasn't going to get hit,
I was wrong and now I knew, the pain that mum had gone through,
The whip was harsh and pierced my skin, but I wasn't going to give in,
I was weak and in profusion of pain, that's when it started to rain,
I took off running up the road, as fast as my legs could go,
I raced straight through the police doors, and was confronted by the floor,
My father had found me once again, I think this time it might be the end,
I tried to leave one last time, except he shot me for the first and last time,
The police arrested him on the spot, sucks that they had forgot,
The many times I tried to warn them, but it seems I only bored them,
I was the last one he took; no one deserves an ending like this mini book.