Fear Of My Father

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.