'I'm asking why?'
My feelings are valid, to me they are real!
My feelings unfortunately, depend how I feel!
One moment happy, the next can be sad,
As I remember the times that were sad!
Cowering in corners, trying to escape,
Uttering nothing, no sounds I make.
If I stay quiet, me he won't find,
Maybe when Mum's home, she will be kind?
Wishful thinking from a child of just five,
Often wishing, I wasn't alive!
Dreading the moment, when he came back,
Sitting there silently, losing track.
Soon he will call me, 'dinner is ready',
My heart beating faster, got to be steady.
Know if I don't finish, eating it today,
He will force feed me, do it his way.
I'll choke and I'll gag, he'll shout and scream,
which ever way I do it, will not be seen.
Because no one beleives my childhood of hell,
They all thought he was good, he hid EVIL so well!
Now as I remember those painful days,
I clearly recall, ALL of his evil ways.
My feelings plunge to the depths of dispair,
As I look around me, glad he's NOT there!
But the feelings remain, timid and shy,
Scared of that man! Now I'm asking WHY?
By Kathy
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