A Poem

I know what I saw and I know what I heard

Straight from the psychopath’s filthy mouth

It sent me straight into a Borderline rage

Mania then met me right around the bend

A visit to the hospital once again

A place where they force injected me three times in the bum, leg, and arm once again

As three men brutally man-handled me all at once for no reason again

As I sat helpless on the floor doing nothing but holding my hands in my lap wishing I could just Go back home once again

The crazy house- where I had to lie through my teeth just to get out and where I had to struggle to just exist and be my only best friend once again

How could this so-called man treat his one and only son this way

How could he call him a queer and say he would disown him if his son DID turn out to be gay

How could he use not only his words but follow them up with harsh actions of violence along the way

How could he possibly think that doing any of this was all just fine and ok

Turning his one and only son into a criminal someday

Turning his one and only son into a Pedophile someday

Like Father

Like son- isn’t that what they say

I do not care if I ever see this so-called man smile on this earth ever again anyway

Shame, shame, double shame on him- and on his sick twisted girlfriend

And so I called the police on both of them

I poured my heart and soul out to them

Thinking for sure they would protect the child involved

But did they do anything?

Sure, they showed up at the scene

But when they heard that others called me insane- my very own family

They dismissed the case and let it be

So now this child is free

He’s not even getting counselling

And the adults who abused him got off and get to continue to do as they please

They get to commit more felonies

And everyone once again is now against me

Because I tried to protect a child from pedophiles

Yet it all in the end once again backfired

Because sometimes when you struggle with this plight called mental illness

No one will listen

No one will take you seriously

It really is a shame

Who is to blame?

Who is to blame?

Who is to blame?


Writer, Wife, Mama to many. My book of poetry, "Wandering Through the Darkness" can be found at https://tinyurl.com/yaos7vp3 Visit me at Misfit-believer.com

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