Do you think I don't remember
All those things you did to me?
From split skin and broken bones
To pure uncertainty?
Do you think I don't remember
The way you made me feel?
How you always used to put me down
As though I wasn't real?
Do you think I don't remember
The terror I always felt
Every time you came into my room
And took of your leather belt?
Do you think I don't remember
The way Mama looked at you?
Whenever she would stand up for me,
You'd begin to hit her too.
Do you think I don't remember
The pressure you placed on my head?
I tried so hard to be perfect, but still,
"Pathetic." You always said.
Do you think I don't remember
When you locked me in that room?
You knew that I was scared of the dark
And I prayed that you'd come soon.
Do you think I don't remember
How you made me want to hate?
And still, you try and force me to obey,
But Papa, it's too late.