The Antogonist
If I can well remember,
It was not long ago,
You were the man I called my father,
The same man I shared a roof with,
The same man I shared a meal with,
When with problems the man I turned to,
And what did you do?
You took away my innocence,
As if you lack common sense,
You never cared how little I was,
I cant believe you are the same man I knew,
Why did you have to do this to me?
In the whole world why did you chose me?
Your daughter!!!!
I need an answer father,
What did I ever do to you?
I don’t remember wronging you,
The good friendship we shared is ruined now,
And how am I supposed to react now?
Am I supposed to say you are a monster?
For Christ sake you are supposed to be my protector,
But you turned to a molester,
The love I had for you have turned to hatred,
Inside my heart is a big wound,
A wound created by my own father,
I and I don’t think I will ever recover,
As the images of that day are fixed on my mind,
Sometimes they drive me mad,
And the pain I can’t hold it,
I cry aloud to let it out,
Filled with so much questions,
Am yet to find the answers,
Hoping one day I will heal inside,
And I will get to understand,
Why these actions had to come from my father,
What he really wanted to gain,
For him to put me through all that pain,
As I still wait,
Am wondering what next.
Copyright © Elizabeth Lepapa | Year Posted 2011
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