poem Bad again

Shouting,screaming with fist raised
it,s level with my nose
i want to run i want to hide
but i just hold my pose.
Now here it comes that awful thud
then the familiar pain
your fist just seems to bounce off
my face again and again.
I beg you not to do it
as my face swells like a ball
you yell as if its my fault
there is blood all up the wall.
Your eyes are wide with anger
as you push me to the floor
raising your foot you kick me hard
then you walk out the door.
My eyes are barely open
blood makes it hard to see
but i must try to clean the wall
if i know whats good for me.
You come back up and ask me
what i have got to say
i whisper I'm so sorry mum
i have been bad again today.