Everyday I would be terrified, Of what would happen today,
Would he beat her up or physically abuse her or burn our whole family to death,
I don't know why he would do such things to my poor Mother,
I lived in constant fear Of my Father.
I don't know why my Mom didn't leave my Dad
I even wanted to kill my myself when I was 9 or kill my Father instead.
I might have been young, But I knew very well that my Dad was a cruel man.
The only time that I felt safe was when I was playing, running around like a kid should,
I hated when it would become dark and I would have to return home,
'Cause I always knew what to expect, It had become a daily routine,
I was just a girl who needed a Dad and not some wife-beater Father.
When I was 11, My mom finally divorced my father,
At last, freedom for my Dear Mother from all that torture,
But when He felt I felt sad, Infact I even cried.
I lived with the guilt of missing such a horrible man,
But I think I'm Over It Now.