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Her last name is now but a prison,
ever since the day that subject had
arisen.
He watches her and never
lets her be alone,
feeling betrayed ever night
wanting the truth that is unknown.
He won't let her leave but
threatens that he will,
hoping to get the truth
digging at her like a drill.
Every night its always the same,
no matter the mood
he still won't accept her claim.
True or not, to my father its real,
he charges at my mother and makes a mark that
will never heal.
When I was young they'd break fights between my sister and I,
now it is I standing guard for shouting that is to high.
I beg him to stop,
daddy please a subject that has no
answer you must learn to drop.
He will not hear me because to him
I'm not there,
he only sees my mother and her so called secret affair.
I don't know if it will ever end,
but I am tired and no longer want
to try and comprehend.
I wish all of this would break
down and demise,
then it would be over
and i wouldn't hear anymore cries.
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