He Lies
I cling to my ignorance
and stay close to my ways
for what I write will never change
my heart is unable to set me free
to become the child I wish to be
my innocents was stolen
and I never had a choice
but now I am ready,
so this is my voice
Picture this,
early morning wake up
to see your father by your side
seven years old
your fears come to life
you see an image
of a monster in your sleep
two years later
and not much wiser
your now seeing
a monster with a lighter
his voice is known
but still not placed
twelve years old
and you finally
place that face
you father
lights up another cigarette
and burns it to your skin
your eyes start to shut
from the drugs
he's fed you again
thirteen years of age
and your acting strange
you know the things
that only brings shame
how do you tell them
what he did
he was your father
you were only a kid
you'd be outcasted
and he doesn't do it
that often anymore
only every other night
because it makes you sore
fourteen and you finally say
no longer will he have his way
for here comes the judgement day
and I have won
my life no longer
will come undone
I finally let the secret slip
and to the hell I'm in now
I drink another sip
of toxic to my life of lies
the drugs I take
are better each time
but they still aren't enough
to keep you out of my head
you come back each time
with more and more thread
to stitch the web you weave so well
but I still watch as you burn in Hell,
you be the judge of my childhood strife
would you be honest and say
you'd keep your life
I am sixteen now
and can't stand the crowds
I watch my back and
write poems like these
my dad was a killer of dreams
and a lustful theif
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