My Name is Misty

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

I must not be loved for I am punished
by cigarette burns.
I must do right, I can't do wrong,
Or else I am locked up all week long.

When I awake, I'm alone.
The house is dark,
my folks are gone.
Deep down inside I feel bad
For Mom and Dad.

I'm really just an expensive joke.
No more, no less....... then speed or coke.

Be quiet now! I hear a car.
My dad is back from Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse, my name he calls.
I squeeze myself against the wall.

On my bed, it's too late.
His face is twisted into hate.
I feel the pain again and again.
Oh, Dear God! Please let it end.
My name is Misty. I am but three.
Last night my father murdered me......

~ Written by Vesessa Gibbs ... In the 8th Grade! ~