You’re Responsible

What can I say about my mother and father?

Mine are one of a kind, there are no others.

For, I have needed them many times, throughout the years.

Yet, my cries, fell upon def ears.

They didn’t care enough to ask what was going on.

I tried for a long time, to figure out what I had done wrong.

I wouldn’t learn until years later, that it wasn’t my fault.

I had to learn the hard way, not a lesson that can be taught.

For, I learned through years of beatings, rapes, and abuse.

Not a life for myself, I would choose.

I had no choice, for, they had sealed my fate.

Signing those papers, opening the gate.

Exposing me to a world, I wish I had never seen.

Unlike any nightmare, vision or dream.

In a dream, you can wake up, escape the demon.

In my world, I was a prisoner, and in Hell I was living.

The taunts, and cruelty, I was exposed to.

Is more than any person should have to go through.

For, I see it now, as I did back then.

It is like a nightmare that has no end.

You see, it makes no difference, if my eyes are open or shut.

I still see the images, and feel the pain in my gut.

Five years of Hell, is what I endured.

Thirteen years later, I can still feel the torture.

For, I can still smell his breath, and still feel his skin.

Mom and Dad, you’re responsible, for this nightmare I’m in.