The Girl With Contempt
When the sun rises, the little girl smiles
She laughs and wants to go out and play
But her father who stays in his dark dusty corner
Glares and tells her that she must stay
She stops and looks, no longer smiling
The father waits and stares at his daughter
She cries and refuses to wait any more
No longer contained like a pig for slaughter
He sits in silence, untouched by her plea
Untouched by the world, untroubled, unseen
When the little girl moves, he lunges his knife
Her face reflects him, corrupted and mean
Her blood stains the floor, her scars all run deep
That little girl smile is replaced with a glare
The father soon sits, all the calm in the world
While the girl with contempt, all the while, will stare
All she wanted was warmth, to play, and to laugh
All she wanted was out, into the sunlight she'd go
She's tired of darkness, she's tired of him
She wants to go out, forget all his woe
They sit there in silence, neither will move
They never share words, or thoughts, or speech
She sits there and glares, wishing to die
Wishing for relief, from hers and his life each
He soon goes to sleep, care-free on his face
She cradles in the corner, eyes blood-shot with stress
She cannot sneak past him, she cannot escape
She begins to ponder why she lives in this mess
It drives her mad, it drives her insane
She cannot be kept in this dark house forever
One of them must leave, one must die
The girl with contempt would take joy in this endeavor
The old man lay still, barely moving in breath
One could never tell if he was dead, or not
The girl took his knife without a single stir
The man was unknown, she'd never be caught
She raised up the knife to his frail old neck
She struck out one blow, he'd no time to awake
Her hand at his throat was covered in blood
The knife and her hand both started to shake
She jumped up from him, and again in joy
She was finally happy, and bursting with glee
She was allowed to go out and enjoy the warm sun
He was finally gone, she was finally free
She sprang for the door and opened it quick
But just as she did, the sun had gone black
In its place stood a figure, reflexive and familiar
The girl with contempt, once again turned back
The ghost of herself would stand there forever
Staring and glaring and hating herself
The little girl lie there, the same place again
The corpse in the corner, the knife on the shelf
The sun would come out, the warmth along with it
She wanted to go play, she wanted to have fun
But the ghost would deter her, she'd sit back down
She know not what'd happen if she tried to run
The reflection seemed harmless, easy to deceive
Though it glared at the girl with hate and appall
The girl never moved, but the inevitable would come
The ghost of the girl killed the girl after all
The father couldn't keep her, or end her the same
The knife and her scars lay aside on the shelf
She got what was coming, she got her wish
The girl with contempt, had murdered herself