My name is misty


My name is Misty
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,


I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?


I wish I were better
I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.


I can’t speak at all
I can’t do a wrong,
Or else Im locked up
All the day long.


When I awake
I’m all alone,
The house is dark
My folks arent home


When my mommy does come
I’ll try and be nice,
So maybe I’ll get
Just one whipping tonight.


Don’t make a sound!
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s Bar.


I hear him curse
My name he calls,
I press myself
Against the wall


I try and hide
From his evil eyes,
I’m so afraid
Now I’m starting to cry


He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.


He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.


He’s already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.


I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.


“I’m sorry!”, I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate


The hurt and the pain
Again and again,
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!


And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor


My name is Misty
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy Murdered me.


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