We Are More
The rain pours down hard and I walk through the door
pitter patter goes the rain as droplets crash to the floor
Shrugging off my coat I see he is there drunk like never before
He awakens from his stupor long enough
To call me stupid and not at all tough
He drunkenly yells after me "You are nothing but a screw up"
As I try to escape he plunders after me
Catching things, knocking things, making a scene
Slamming my door I hear him scream
I sob quietly, knowing I'll never be the daughter he wanted
Staring out the window, I know I'll forever be haunted
Because I know at first we always bonded
Opening the old wooden door I step out
There he is just siiting there on the couch
"What, are you going to cry some more and pout?"
He slurs as he laughs mockingly
"No, you sloppy pig" I say menacingly and he looks at me shockingly
"I am NOT a screw up. I am NOT a cry baby.
"I am MORE than you tell me I am! I am NOT 'maybe'
"I aways have been and always will be more than you."
I spit the words out, full of rage
the years of abuse have aged
me i know the pain
but don't let this be your last page.
Stand up for yourself because
I Am and You Are
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