11:34 pm
I heard you crying.
Your window was open.
I knew what happened.
I watched it.
But,
I couldn't do anything.
I wouldn't do anything.
Hoping you were smart enough to get help yourself.
But you weren't.
You let him touch you.
In ways a father should never have.
You cried and cried.
Eventually you got so tired from crying that you fell asleep.
I promised that I would help you.
But did I break our promise?
Did it break you?
You never closed your curtains.
So when you woke up at 3 am,
I saw what you did.
I hurt me,
Not as such as it hurt you but,
It still hurt.
And for you to walk into school that day,
With your stupid smile.
Your oh so beautifully stupid smile.
I realized.
It wasn't you.
It wasn't you at all.
It was your mask.
Your smile was your curtains.
And if you ever let a frown show,
People would know.
Your curtains would be open.
So how come,
You can't close your real ones?