The basement of my childhood

One day, he called her a dog, Slapped her with a ruler, And watched as she sobbed. Sometimes, he’d smile, And say she was good He’d go and pat her head But later, he would yell because he’d wished she was dead I was a stray who made the basement her home I treasured my meals, which I licked to the bone And my piles of rocks as a bed, made out of stone, This is what I was forced to claim as a home. He is always around, but the two, so alone. I once was blind, but now I see, You are the one who blinded me I hide behind the shadow of your words, When you tell your friends I am doing great I slowly turn into you I thought this was normal, it's too late Open the gate. This is my fate.