Well...
I see a face, somewhat distorted,
With the pain and memories of when,
I was eleven,
My world came crashing down.
The pillars and walls that were keeping me sane,
Just fell apart, we're demolished.
By You.
I see eyes, clouded with hate,
The scars that will never go away.
I was eleven,
And you stole my life away from me.
I fail to see you flinch with bother,
You were meant to be older, wiser,
Meant to have learned from your mistakes.
Or maybe this was new to you,
Glad I was your learning curve.
My innocence was taken away,
By You.
I see a mouth, with creases,
The creases from where the smile, The facade,
The walls i put up used to stand.
Where the mask, that i had to wear,
That i used to wear, that i still wear,
To protect... To protect me from ...
You.
I see cheeks, With white lines,
The stains from the tears i were forced to cry,
I was eleven,
Told to be strong, that it would be OK,
But it will never be OK, i say, i lie, i smile,
But it's never OK. Deep inside that fire,
That spark, of my childhood and my happy ever after...
Was extinguished.
By You.
I see... You. Everywhere i look,
Every corner i turn, in every family photo.
I was eleven,
But I'm grown up now, forced to face my fears,
And admit to myself that the world is full of this,
Of this pain, these hurtful people.
I suppose in some warped way, i should thank you,
For giving me this sense of hopelessness,
That i must carry on my shoulders,
In my soul, for the rest of my life.
Everything i was, or could have been,
My confidence, was undermined,
By You.
I guess you will never read this,
Or ever know. That when,
I was eleven.
I was murdered, My very being was beaten and abused.
By You.
Did you ever know how much i hate you?
