I hate you
I hate the way you talk to me
I hate the way you lie
I hate the way you look at me
But most of all
I hate the way you make me shy
While your hands are on my body
When mom is so damn drunk
dad is caught in thought
When Alex is so fucked
I crumple to what I’ve been taught
Shhh don’t make a sound
Dad has too much on his mind
Mom is nowhere to be found
No one must know I am in such a bind
Hands on my leg
Hands on my thigh
Hands inside me
Hands of a guy
You were supposed to always protect me
Mom
You weren’t meant to be
The one who brought him into my life
Oh how can you not see
Now he’s going to jail
Your voice echoes in my ear
“He didn’t do it”
Silence comes from the fear