For the love of god do not say sorry.
I have lived through the story.
You let me beg for a chance to live,
I tried over and over to give and give.
You took a piece of my lively soul.
You old actor, your stage is awful.
You made me look sick, it’s unlawful
You drugged me since I was three.
You did this with sickly glee
Then your son took my innocence at four
Until eight when I was old enough to know more
Easy target I was to him, no one would know his sin
That is what happens when you’re merely a foster kid
Then he moved, someplace far away from there
It doesn’t matter though the mental scare fared
In my mind to start the rest of mental duress
You’re a liar, nothing but full of stories
Don’t worry lady I can hold on to everyone’s worries
Let’s talk about the drinking you let him do
In front of us? Don’t you know kids are like glue?
He was trying to forget erase this and that
Like tit-for-tat but you don’t get the last laugh
It’s enough for us kids to see you fight with him
your sense of power whoever you could dim
I hold no memories of the smell of clean
You hoarded and loved the power of mean
Filthy is what our life was from a young start
But lady bloody hell do you ever play the part.
You had everyone fooled to think I was dumb
Retarded before I could even suck my thumb.
You swore up and down that something was off
You made parents hate me laugh and scoff
Call it what you can you the one that was sick
But we kids were your target you must be some kind of thick
To think that someone wouldn’t’ notice three underfed kids
Who were angry and sad but actually we were scared out of our lids
Then the bladder control thank you for taking another part of me
You liked that it became infected, you waited no I can no longer pee
Right as a grown up I am safe from you, false doctor
You had the medications, the story, and the means, how you never falter.
Let’s talk about the kidnapping I remember it well, do you after all?
Insanely legal as you were guardian another way of control, no way to fall
You took us out of anger played the abused card, you and your farce
You cut contact and hid us well, you lied again pulled stories out of your arse
But you liked it right? That scent of fear and control, you regained your reign, way to care
But no more I am free now and you hate it, let’s not kid can you face it
You tried to kill me but I stood up, I am strong filled with life and grit
So don’t say you sorry because the one thing that happened is you failed
And from that I don’t wish you a dear farewell, because lady our ship has sailed.
Written by Ali Johnson