When I was a little girl,
My dad left us alone.
My mother didn’t understand,
Why he wouldn’t answer the phone.
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As if it wasn’t enough,
That I lost my dad that day.
For some reason he decided,
To take my brother away.
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My sisters tried to console me,
They comforted me as best they could.
But no one could stop my crying,
And soon they understood.
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They realized I was broken,
Destroyed at such a young age.
I thought that it was my all fault
That my brother was sent away.
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Eventually the tears stopped falling,
And I moved forward with my life.
But that doesn’t mean the pain,
Stopped cutting like a knife.
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My mom changed dramatically,
Maybe even more so than me.
Sometime’s she wouldn’t come home,
For days, or even weeks.
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But when my sisters left for college,
She started to come home more and more.
But soon I started to hope,
She would never walk through the door.
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Why, you might ask,
Would a child hate their mother?
The answer is simple enough:
She had become a monster.
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She’d come home late at night,
After a “long day of work.”
She’d go and she’d get drunk,
And then things went berserk.
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I’d quickly lock my door,
And tell my little sister to hide.
I’d lock her in the closet,
Until my mom’s rage had died.
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That was how I grew up,
Constantly in fear.
Now dad do you see,
Why we needed you here?
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