Eyes Of Cruelty

I see him when he isn't there. I doubt that it really makes sense to those of you that don't really care. Sometimes when I look up, his face would be right there, just staring at me, but it wasn't him, it was just my fears and past playing games in my mind, and replaying through my head.. Being....

The way I am...

Most often it was just someone else I did not know. I'd shout out when seeing that face and having that flash back. I'd just start kicking and screaming for him to just leave me alone. Tears would fall down my cheeks. While that person has no clue what is going on.. As my fears were made known, my tears shown. He just hears me weeping away. Thinking he did something when infact, it wasn't him at all, it was someone else that supposedly loved me like a daughter. But daddies really aren't supposed to show their love that way. But that was just it being...

The way it is...

Visions of that evil face burned into my eyes. People didn't understand, what it was like to find that this so horrible man would never leave. Many times I thought he was going to go, but really I was just hoping that those dreams would come true. He just stayed and through his daily routine we went, doing what he did best, stealing life from people and haunting them in every single way. Every day I prayed that I would wake up from this horrible nightmare, never ever having to see those haunting eyes again. But I found myself right back to his routine. He was always there, just staring at me with those evil l eyes of cruelty. Keeping me quiet with his oh, so clever ways. Never leaving, always staying, the way he was and simply being....

What He Really Was.....