My Father's Victim


Every morning we wake and do our daily chore
as my dad continues to snore
He hugs and kisses me so much
I turn cold and stiff just by his touch
I do my best to play it cool
As I continue to make good grades in school
Students point, tease, and laugh
As I think to myself 'they don't even know the half'
There are just not enough hours in the day
Because I long for nothing more than to get away
If there is a God, He must not hear my cry
And even though it seems He isn't listening, I continue to try
When I get home I smile and pretend that everything is alright
Even though I know he'll sneak back in tonight


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