Sweet Lier

How could so many children be so emotional and deadly to say so many bad statements and still be mentaly steady barely be alive and cross the line already How could another person look you in the eyes smile and whisper a long line of lies people like this, I wish I could despise for my pain you wouldn't want to memorise I ask of you to tell me whats your earliest memory, mine is my seven year old life, and nothing before it was what made my life broken and poor for I remember every color underneathe the light from every eyes in the room being on you being arrested on sight. For something that you didn't do that was the day you became the so called man you are today you were mistaken for guilty and thats what you became instead of a theif you became a lier by nature my own father having lust for his creation, so why do you hate me oh daddy why did you rape me? for The day I turned seven everything changed, you never acted near the same. I don't remember who did it first you or the neighbor boy, which was worse, him fourteen and you twenty-nine me only seven you both crossed the line