Anger
You crawl into my skin
Like a fly
Letting your maggots poison me with fury
You blame me
For every mistake that wasn’t mine
For every answer you got wrong
You’re my own blood
You’ve abused me in a million ways,
And you’ve tortured me a thousand times more
When I tried to tell the truth
So tear out my hair
Kill me
I was a mistake wasn’t I?
You call it love.
Perhaps you rectify it for the pain
I put your through when I was born.
Perhaps that’s how they brought you up
Perhaps I shouldn’t complain
You never believed me have you?
I knew you wouldn’t.
Your own daughter you tossed aside.
I am a girl after all.
What social standing do I have?
Lock me in a room.
Throw away the key.
Marry me to a stranger.
Your idea of honour and pride.
After all everyone thinks we’re a happy family.
Copyright © Michell Reddy | Year Posted 2008
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