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Very

Good.

You have

Succeed in

Making me plead

For you.



What do

You want?

A prize

A kiss

A standing

Ovation?



Very

Entertaining.

Take your

Bow

The show is

Over.



Play it

Over.

Watch it

Repeat.

Watch your life

Crumble to dust.



That was quite

A show.

Not very

Entertaining.

Now it’s time

To leave.

Trying to

Run,

But the leash

Confines me.



The man called

My master

Hits my head

Hard.



The world

Spins all

Around me.



The light

Hurts my eyes.



I remember

Being a

Puppy.

He acted

Like I was

The best thing

Ever.



But now

I don’t know

What I did

Or what’s in

That flask

But all I do

Know

Is that I

Am frightened.



I want to run

But the leash

Keeps me

Here.



If only

He could hear

Me tell him

I love

Him

The ground beneath

Me shake with

Violent turmoil.



The soil between my toes

Vibrate in horrifying

Mannerism.



My ears

Pick up the sound

Of men

Screaming

Pleading

Crying and

Cursing.



The wind carries

Blood and sparks

The trees

Catch fire and blaze

All around.



My home is

Gone.

My family is

Gone.

My world is

Crumbling.



War is

Ablaze in the

World I call

Home.



You would think

Man would learn

His lesson and

That some things

Just need to leave.



War is

One of

Them.

Thoughts of you fill my

Head of nothing but dread.

My heart yearns

For to accept me

As your daughter. But

That hope fades with

The passing moon, drawing

Me ever so closer to

My evantual dimise in

The darkness of your shadow.



Why am I nothing

But a broken life

To you?

I try everyday

For you to accept

Me for who I am.

When I needed a

Father, where were

You?

Leaving me to

Rust in solitude?

No.

Never again.

I am your broken

Condom.

You cannot love what you do not

Want.

So I can say,

With honesty to the core,

That I do not,

And could never,

Love you.

I don't

want him near me.

He always

hurts me.



Why

does he do this?

What

did I do?

Was

it something I said?



He treats me like a

rug.

Hitting me

hard.

I'm in

pain

just thinking about it.



I cover up with make up

in the mirror.

I tell myself it'll

never happen again.



He says he

loves me.

He holds me

close.



Then he

hits me.

He does it out of

love.

It's for my own

good.

I did

something wrong.

And this is my

punishment.



I cover up the

bruises with foundation.

It doesn't

hide it all.

I say I

fell.



My friends are

worried.

I smile

for them.



They don't buy it.



I'm okay.

I swear I'm

okay.



But truth is:

I'm not

okay.

I'm not

O-freaking-kay.



I've finally had enough.