Wrapped in a blanket
I stood behind a wall
Hearing the shouts outside my bedroom
Peeking through the blinds
I took a deep breath
Closing my eyes slowly
Until my eyes met his
A monster
A monster
Was my father
How could he call himself my father
Locked in the basement
For years long
And he said he is my father
My mum... My mum
Treated like shit
Kicked and punched
I throw myself on to the wall
Shoved me down the stairs
And threw me down a pathway
Like I was no human
And didn't deserve to live
This is the people that claimed they are my family.
❥︎This poem was inspired by a dark fantasy romance audiobook.
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