I look at others,
And what I see
Are people
Who have hurt me.
They call me fat, and ugly
Which isn't that bad
Until a get home
And face my Dad
My Dad will take out
All his anger on me.
Including the divorce,
Even the baby.
He says he hates me.
Never wanted this life.
He should've dated that cheerleader
And made her his wife.
I say Daddy please
Right before the first blow.
I see my blood in a puddle,
On the hard-wood floor.
I know I should do something else,
Like call an enforcement.
But the only thought in my head is
Top cabinet.
In there,
Is my fate.
A couple bullets and a gun,
In a safe.
I know this is wrong,
A sin at that.
But I can't go through anymore.
So instead I take the bat.
I take a chance,
And swing the bat.
Only to find out
I hit a rat.
I knew I was terrible at sports.
I was told my whole life.
By my Dad,
Who now had a knife.
I ran out the door
In such a scurry
I had to remind myself
Not to hurry.
My Dad was drunk
And couldn't see strait.
He couldn't catch me
Even with help from sedate.
So I run back inside
Willingly at that.
And say "Take my life"
Handing him the bat.
He gladly takes it,
The villain he is.
He takes a swing,
And that's that.
I don't hurt anymore,
From all the names and pain.
I met a holy lady
And she said its my gain.
She knows a guy named Jesus,
And his Dad too.
I asked "Does he beat him?"
And she said "Never to be true"
I knew I was finally safe.
From all the hurt.
No one could get me.
I was finally not burnt.
But then I realized....
I was all alone.
