Alone completely, and only fourteen.
Your fierce wrath has gone over me.
Afflicted, so ready to die from my youth,
and the worst part was knowing the truth.
All my loved ones you've cast away from me,
So my time with you was mistaken for glee.
I suffer from your terrors,
I'm punished for every error,
it engulfed me all together,
still dreading the snap of that hateful leather.
I'm in pain, I'm afraid, I'm ashamed.
You claimed, you named, you tamed me.
Your terrors have cut me off, I'm distraught.
You are a devil but you are my god.