My
name is Misty, I am but three.
My eye’s are swollen, I cannot see.
I must not be loved, for I am punished,
by cigarette burns.
I must do right, I cannot do wrong,
or else I’m locked up,all day long.
When I awake,I’m all alone,
the house is dark,my folks aren’t home.
I’m really just,an expensive joke,
no more, no less,than speed or coke,
Be quiet now!I hear a car,
my dad is back,from Charlie’s Bar.
I hear him curse,my name he calls,
I squeeze my self, against the wall on my bed.
It’s too late, his face is twisted,into hate,
oh dear god,I feel the pain,
let it end.
My name is Misty,I am but three,
last night my father
Murdered me.
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