He comes in late,
I cower and hide,
Is it all in my mind?
Is he really there?
Or is it just a scare?
He lurches towards me,
No, not a dream,
"Hey Destiny,"
I shrink back further,
"Stupid Destiny," He jeers,
He hasn't hit me yet, but still,
I feel scared.
"Can't you do anything right? Get out!" He screams.
I run for cover, up to the safety of my room.
To me, its normal.
Its not abuse,
its my father.
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Sad Book of Poetry
PoetrySome of the poems I've written, all of them sad. If you don't like sad stuff, don't read it.
