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
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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