Life is easy for you. 

All of you. 

You work, you study, you relax, you sleep. 

You do as you please. 

You have forgotten about me - and all of the things you did and said to me. 

Life is not easy for me. 

Awake I live in fear of seeing you, or of you seeing me;

Asleep I am tormented by the unceasing memory of your condescending voices,

your blows,

your hot breath uncomfortably close to my face. 

You controlled and still control everything in my life.

I have not forgotten

can not forget 

will not forget 

any of it. 

And it's not fair, but that's how it is

for you, for me.