February 28, 2009
By Anonymous

Holding that smile that you stole from me

Happy, young, naive

My dad

My blood

But dead to me

Edges worn

Picture crinkled

Your brown hair, green eyes

Both bringing fury to my life

Found this picture

In an old brown box

Rotting in my garage

Sitting there

Glaring at me

I picked it up

Carried it to my room

With meaning more to me

Than to the common eye

Symbolizing what I've been through

Battles I've survived

Now you must suffer

For the mistakes you made

None can be taken back

This picture is my shield

My family's shield

Using it to direct my anger

All onto You

You didn't deserve my mother


Or the air around you



I was your mistake

Your anger was a cataract

Blinding you from reality

Causing damage

Cannot be repaired

Your abusive ways

Caused harm

To those who surrounded you

As I entered your path

You made sure

I wouldn't be able to again

My arm had been broken

In eight different places

Because I refused to look

You picked her up

Roughly by the throat

Just to watch her suffer

She didn't


She didn't


She didn't want to make me


How could you harm

A fragile baby

I was helpless

And Alone

How could you harm

The one you loved

She was helpless

And Alone

Because you did

We picked up and left

Leaving you helpless

And Alone

In a way I thank you

For setting us free

I found my new family

Who loves me

That's more than I can say about


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on Aug. 15 2009 at 1:12 am
poetize PLATINUM, Riverside, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
-"Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on earth" - Mark Twain
-"Everything is ok in the end. If it's not ok, then it's not the end!" - Unknown

wow. sorry for whatever happened but, you're a very good writer

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