Truth Be Told
sympathic, sadistic,
and a social outcast,
rabid, blood thirsty,
with a lack of passion
this is the type of man
who drove this
inspiration
my hateful
dedication
For with the eyes of death
and the heart of war
you killed my philosophy
"let innocents be worth more."
Father you are dead to me
more than my mind knows
your body may live
but your bloody past shows
for you stole
the only thing I had
my soul, you might as well
have killed me,
let me burn in hell
For my body
lies unclean
thanks to your
nasty hands
your heartless voice
giving your own daughter
such commands
for years people asked me
when I spoke of you
why did he do
hit you
No, father I'd go back in time
I'd gladly let you kill me
abuse me, brake me and use me
but instead you stole the thing
that makes a child just that
you stole my innocents
with no way to get it back
You say you did NOTHING
that it NEVER happened
but when I look at you
your eyes are always laughing
at the little girl you broke down
and might as well slaughter
but to imagen
IT was ME,
your own daughter
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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