Misty
My name is Misty and I am only three but everynight my parents scream at or beat me,
I wish they could see see the way they treat me but they can't they think this is how things are supposed to be,
I hear a car engine as my dad pulls in the drive,
I know he's drunk but decide not to hide,
He comes in yelling blaming me for his problems at work,
Then he immediatly yanks me up by my shirt,
As i look in his face i see it is distorted with unimaginable hate,
I then pray knowing this can't be my fate,
With one final blow i hit the floor,
As i lay motionless he jus turns and walks out the door,
My name is Misty and I am only three but tonight my daddy murdered me.
I wish they could see see the way they treat me but they can't they think this is how things are supposed to be,
I hear a car engine as my dad pulls in the drive,
I know he's drunk but decide not to hide,
He comes in yelling blaming me for his problems at work,
Then he immediatly yanks me up by my shirt,
As i look in his face i see it is distorted with unimaginable hate,
I then pray knowing this can't be my fate,
With one final blow i hit the floor,
As i lay motionless he jus turns and walks out the door,
My name is Misty and I am only three but tonight my daddy murdered me.
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