Escape
you dont remind me of much
you have your mother's victim face
although you hide it behind rhetoric
and false rebellion
I stand on my side of the fence arms crossed
in my apron
a matron from the fifties
and I watch you lie
to the other children
huge unbelieveable stories
believing your lies as you go
one
little boy mistakes your bather for rebellion
and he falls in love
poor lad
now you can use him to do your dirty deeds
and blame him for your failures
of course you'll marry this boy in college
and have a child to bind him to you
oh poor soul
but then again
escape
is the turn of the door knob.
Copyright © Zera Masters | Year Posted 2010
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