Battle Scar

I am lying down in a tub,

A tub full of ice.

My mother puts me here,

And it’s not very nice.

This is a schedule to me,

Day in and day out.

She says it’s for the best,

But that, I really doubt.

I get out,

And flee for safety.

This is a silent war,

And I’m the escapee.

I run in the kitchen,

And there she is, standing.

With knife in hand,

Waiting for my landing.

“Love me,” I plead,

“Like you once did before”

Tears flow from both eyes,

Hurting us to the core.

Suddenly, she stops crying,

And to my surprise,

She throws the blade,

Right between my eyes.

I drop to my feet,

And blood splashes far.

I have now earned,

My first battle scar.