How Cruel Can You Get?

by Hp-Azn

How can someone be that cruel... to their own son?

A/N: Another poetry... about... who do you think? Read to find out, its pretty obvious...

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How Cruel can you get

How cruel can you get

To leave me here

By myself

Alone

I looked up to you

Trying to be just like you

Then soon I realized

You're just using me as a tool

I still followed your footsteps

Attempting to make you proud

Hating people I don't want to hate

And doing things I don't want to do

Now I see you

In your true color

Right before my eyes

You hurt, kill and torture for pleasure

You tell me that's what power is about

I say no and even tell you it's wrong

You look at me with pure hatred

Then there was a flash and I knew no more

I woke up in the dark

Head hurting, I thought out loud 'what happened'

Someone in the shadows shifted and spat 'Murderer'

Then the bars around me made sense

Now I am still here

By myself alone

Thinking 'how cruel can you get?'

Father...