Hello guys! This is a poem I cooked up for no reason in particular. It was created in geo while I was sitting there not listening to the teacher. Fun times. Do I have to do a disclaimer if I don't actually say a name? Technically this could be for anybody. Well here it goes anyway.
Disclaimer: I have not made money for this little piece of writing. I write solely for the contentment of my readers and to gratify my mother. Ms Rowling owns all.
I wake up
The blinds open
There you are sun
The monster is gone
My bruises will heal
My tears will fade
When all is gone
What will I have?
Is that a baby you see?
Under my thin clothes
What else could it be?
Meet my friends
Do they notice
My growing depression
My growing belly
I get home
Nobody is there
Is this a blessing?
Or is it a curse
He comes home
Drunk as hell
Yells at me
Then slaps my face
He throws me to the floor
And takes his clothes off
Then rips off mine
He leaves me broken
Like he has before
Goodnight father
The job was yours
To keep the monsters away
But you are the only monster I see