Sacrificed
Sacrificed
Mother,
where are you?
You left me at the gate.
You told me I was
there to find
my own way...
alone.
How will that help,
the feeling of loss
I have inside?
How will that set straight
all the evil that has passed,
between us and among us.
The stepfather...
he "was" evil.
He made living miserable,
and hard.
He made me want to die.
But, you loved him,
so I tried...
and failed.
He used me.
You knew.
You let him.
Mother, are you, my mother, at all,
or are you a darker monster,
then the one you married,
that lives in the house
I once called home,
long ago.
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