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Its a bit funny.
I work so hard
To please everyone,
Yet i feel so useless.
"Its a teen thing"
Really?
You kidding?!?!?
Its a bit funny
All these  things expected of me.
I did it to be nice.
I did it again to be thoughtful
And now
Im expected to do it
Wow.
How ****** is that?
*I hate being nice
I can only ask for it i guess.  I was made to be walked on...
They say there's  a superhero for everyone.
Cool!
Except
im still waiting for mine
I have no superman
No spiderman
SURE AS HELL not Batman
so i wait.
Because  situations occur when
...
I sure need one.
When my  dad is beating my face  in,
I wish the justice league would pop in
Rip him off
And send him to space.
Wishful thinking...
Or is there a chance
One might come along....
Hm
Hi.
I know you're here.

But have you faded far enough
that your ears and eyes can't
hear me?

Hi.
Hm?
Bullies are just bullies, right?
But what if its your *father?
You litte ******
Dont question  me
You little ******
Try to fight back at me!
You little ******
Get mad
Get ******!
Little  ******
Get up
Hurry  your fat *** up!
You little  ******
Clean your ******* blood off the floor
You little ******
Dont act like it hurts
You little  ******
You dont have a right  to feel sad
You little ******
Dont stare at me with your ugly ***
You little  ******
Im gonna ****  ya'
You little ******
Lets go out back
You little ******
Be lucky thats all you got
You little ******
Stop your crying
You little ******
Get up! Come on! Now!
You little ******
There aint no one to save you
You little ******
Get out of my sight
-
All things  my lovely father has said
I am not a child,
I am not your child.
In fact, I am all grown up.

I am all grown up,
but I cannot forget my childhood
because of you.

I kiss girls,
not boys,
because I am afraid that they will hurt me,
(like the monster you are) like you did.

I cover up,
extra clothes,
because I rarely wore clothes as a child
and you would peer at me through
the crack in the bathroom wall.

I don't sing with the birds.
I don't hug my teddy bear.
I don't leave the house.
I am terrified you are out there,
hunting for me like I am your prey.

But I am not a child,
I am all grown up,
and I can beat you up.

I am not a child,
and I will not call you "My Daddy"
and I will not let you call me "Baby".

I am not a child,
and I will not let you touch me.
I am gold, I am radiant, I am light.
And you will not ruin that,
ever, ever, ever again.
© Kelsey Austere, 2016
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