Tragedy
His lies are hidden in his eyes.
When no one’s around he cries
He doesn’t see our pain
but his words sting like freezing rain.
He swears he's clean
but that’s not how it seems.
A 25 thousand dollar lawyer
your father’s your helping shoulder
So much money spent
“It’s time you pay rent”
His anger strikes
“All I want is vikes"
His words still replay in my head
“I’d rather be dead”
“Please stop”
“call the cops”
“Everythings going to be okay”
“GET AWAY!”
Copyright © Amy Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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