The Rebellion

15 years old, alone and sad
he is your father but he is always mad.

You are scared of moving, breathing, living
as you know soon he will give you a beating
no need for a reason as his fist will hit
your face, your soul, your lip he'll split.

The rustling of the keys give you panic attack
as you know after that he will not drawback.
He owns you as you are his daughter
and he thinks you are his own to slaughter.

You see no escape and no way out
as you are alone and here you doubt
that anyone would care, anyone at all
while hot tears on your hands now fall

cut and scraped to protect your face
as you know it is not your place
to show the pain, to let people know
as he is the great man he wants to show.

The great father, a man of the world
with the latest car, big fish in the pond.
He threatens you to keep you silent
you are petrified as he becomes more violent.

Bruises on your face and excuses to be made
at school, with friends but always afraid.

Looking for a way out with gas or a blade,
the thought of a future makes you more afraid
you are trapped in a living torment
you hurt you know he will never repent.

Waking up knowing it's the same story
abuse, hate, violence will increase his glory.

After years you pack your bag, you make a run
as deep down you know this is what everyone
would suggest rather than the other way
to kill yourself and yourself betray.