Father, Father can't you see
what you do is killing me
all the screaming and the bashes
as well as the bruises and the lashes
You destroyed me beyond repair
You're the reason my skin tears
locked in my room for days at a time
waiting for the merciful chime
now that I am finally free
Justice, I hoped to receive
but still you sit upon your throne
while I sit and cry alone
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Father, Monster
PoetryI'm not gonna go into too much about my dad. But I just need to get my emotions out. I wrote this series of couplets after a social worker came to see me about my dad. The social worker said that he couldn't do anything to help me. I realized that I...
