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 ... than 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 ...