He is so desperate to find out where I a in my head,
terrified of the keys I hold to ensure he is locked away
inside a very unpleasant place -
facing twenty-five to life!
He cannot ask too many questions,
as for that to happen, he first must confess,
his beatings, his uninvited touch,
his lies and twisted life
that he spent years pretending was our little secret.
He is sending you as a messenger
because he is too cowardly to show his face.
But what does that make you?
Does he stagger home, waiting for the answers
that may or may not let him sleep at night?
Does he shower you with bribes in return for your touch?
Or has he simply crushed you between his fingers so much
that you do anything for free?
When I was only thirteen,
I believed you were his victim too,
with the sadder truth of you just not knowing it-
unlike me!
Now I see the truth, I understands the fake you.
You only fall victim to yourself,
and for that I no longer have sympathy,
for that, I leave you alone in his hands,
in his full time care,
just like you did to the child in me!
