poem why ?

I often sit and wonder why
you hurt me and you made me cry
I was just a child,a little kid
That didn't stop you doing what you did
I had nowhere to run to,nowhere to hide
because of the torment going on inside
I had no-one to turn to,not evem my mother
she wasn't the same,not like any other
she stuck by you through thick and thin
and let you commit the most dreadful sin
physical,mental and sexual abuse
you were like wild animals out on the loose
I think of the monsters i had growing inside
then the abortions,the facts i would hide
this shit that i carry,the hell i go through
And it's all because of BASTARDS like you !