Wish Granted

Fearing the man, beyond my door
Hearing him screaming, I curl up on the floor
So mad is he, for reasons I don't know
He just keeps yelling, please make him go
Fear keeps me frozen, in my position
As he rages more, with his indecision
Whether to burst through my door and commit a crime
Or to let it fester, for another point in time
Hoping for the later, yet wishing the end
The end of this torture, that has still yet to mend
Only pain, and only rage, so much hatred growing inside
So why does God expect me to love, that I'm alive?
Well his wish is granted, for here I stand
While I get hit rather savagely, by my fathers hand
Again and again, he screams at me more
He pulls off his belt, what is that for?
Holding it high, just above our heads
Screaming he shakes it, unraveling some threads
So mad is he, he's turning pink
But then something new, I didn't think
Puts the belt down, I guess it was a threat
And now, the bomb known as a father, has been set
Leaving my room, with the door slamming
He leaves me now, but more pain, he is planning

**True Story, happens almost everynight.** **please comment**