Behind my smile you missed the pain
My short blond hair and dimpled chin
Mischievous smile and instant grin
Made you believe my mother’s whims
Her wicked ways, those drunken days
High on dope, left me no hope as
Behind my smile you missed the pain
You never saw the little mite who didn’t know
What love was like, whose only touch
From mother dear, was fag burns, or a torn right ear
The bruises on my magic face, and arms and legs, and yet no trace
Was in your notes, your precious proof
Behind my smile you missed the pain
As punch and kick began to rain
Upon my tiny, fragile, frame
My bruised and batttered body would be still
Whilst you came round without the will
To see the lies, believe the ill that I went through as
Behind my smile you missed the pain
Again, again, again, again
So now I sleep with other friends
Victoria, Daniel, Hamzah, Baby P
Whilst all the world can see what you did not
All agencies come out to trot the same excuse of ‘it should not’
Behind my smile you missed the pain
Again, again, again, again.
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