I’m not afraid of you.

Your words

Hiding behind the glass

With your idle threat

Wearing today’s mask.

Men like you

Cause me no fret

I’ve had real monsters

Lying in my bed.

I’ve been used

By others

Just like you

Who love to throw out hostility

I’ve been abused 

By those like you

Who think you can 

Tap into my fragility.

I’m not afraid of you.

Although I know you’d love me to

You are afraid

Because I know  you. 

You are afraid 

Because others will too.

Did you think I’d keep your secret?

Oh I don’t keep those anymore.

I stopped keeping other’s secrets

When my face was stomped to the floor.

So no, 

I’m not afraid of you.

I met so many of you before. 

Now turn and walk away

I don’t keep score

But I’ve no time for pathetic

So please

Don’t forget

As you leave

Close that fuckin door.

11 thoughts on “Poetry

  1. Powerful. I remember my father telling my sister, “Belle is still afraid of me.” and laughing. This was a few years after I had told the family what he did. It made my sister sick, and me also since it showed his coldness towards me. Before he died, he was in a nursing home. I had forgiven him and was visiting. As I walked beside him in his wheelchair he said, “I can’t scare you anymore, can I?” I just said no.

    I guess he had always counted on my fear to protect him or something. I don’t know. But what kind of father likes his daughter to be afraid of him? In my life, he was two different people. Like Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde. He could be thoughtful, helpful and say kind things, then turn into a fiend. It is a schitzo way to be raised.

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    1. That is horrifying that he said that and laughed and then later acknowledged that he couldn’t scare you anymore. He knew what he was doing and was aware of it up until the end. He was obviously very controlling,manipulative, and enjoyed his power over you all. How very sad that you did not have a stable loving father

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    1. There is loathing. Very true. There are some that have been lumped into a ball that I am trying to weave together and throw out all at once so I don’t have to go through each individual one. We shall see where that goes!

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