They taught me how to stop writing and end my reporting
They taught me by breaking every finger I have, with glee
And every time I expressed myself or I did not conform
They chose a new part to destroy, for a sheer joy of hate
Each moment to be savored by them, still horrifying me
A human body has needs, but I was punished for hunger
My mouth slapped, a breaking mind, I shook in thunder
For all of my choices made, I know that I am a number
I'm an idiot or fool, and they've never cared, so cruel
