Confused and AbusedA Poem by Rhea752Girl abused and left confusedEach night I hope he'll pass me by Walk by my door and never stop My wish never comes true He'll come into my room, my grand 'Ol Pop He'll ask me questions about what I've learnt I try to answer right, otherwise I'll surely hurt Avoid his eyes and his wandering hands And be sure to keep my replies soft and curt He has me work all day, cleaning his home It leaves no time for school, so I'm failing I scrub the floors on my hands and knees And he'll knock me down even farther if I sing Sometimes he'll leave a bruise where they'll see He threatens to kill me if I tell So when they ask I don't tell the truth I say I tripped and fell One day my counselor asked if that was true Later my dad freaked out and called me a punk Drank his beer, touched me, stroked me, held me Then said "I'm sorry" like he always does when he's drunk Then when he falls asleep I sneak a few sips It tastes horrible, but takes the edge off The pain that is, then swirling thoughts Of worthlessness that I try to doff When he leaves he locks the door Sometimes he'll come back at three Wake me up with kisses and slimy fingers And leaves me feeling small and dirty I wonder if this is what all fathers do Leave scars of their faith and love And all I can hope for is that it's different For our father above
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Added on May 30, 2013Last Updated on May 30, 2013 AuthorRhea752Middle Of My Daydreams, FLAboutI am a 15 year old girl who loves to read, write, act, and draw. I just started writing seriously about 2 years ago. I've been published a few times in small online magazines. I am trying to find out .. more..Writing
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