I'm waiting

i wait
you're coming home soon
you think you can do it again
no

I remember you would come home
I was younger
mom tried to please you
you treated her like a slave
whipping her like one

I would come in
hearing her sobs
i would set you off
at least it was me not her

you would belt me
for no reason at all
slap me just for kicks

even worse, you would take me back
to the basement
no one could hear my whimpering
no one could hear you on top of me....

but not anymore
mom died
the cancer got her
you blamed me

hit me harder
the counsuler at school
what the fuck did she know
She was right about one thing
I had to face you

so here i am
your car pulls up
the screen door creaks
i sit at the table
quiet reserved

you stare at me in disbelief
i smile at you
and shoot
on your face the life is gone
you fall to the floor


i am free.