My Life with My Abuser
Here I am here I sit,
Ready to quit.
Do not know what to do.
Do not know what to say.
There is always something in my way.
My nightmare has risen again.
Don't know where to begin.
My daughter is 15, so was I.
When I looked in the window and,
Saw his eye, terrified was I.
To just be standing there like I was.
Did not matter if I moved,
He would see me anywhere.
Every night, when I go to my room,
He is there, looking in my window.
No place to hide, no place to go.
I am just there, for the show.
Why is this happening to me.
Again and again I see,
This man, peeping at me.
When will it end,
I need to mend.
By, Terri L. Hessong
Ready to quit.
Do not know what to do.
Do not know what to say.
There is always something in my way.
My nightmare has risen again.
Don't know where to begin.
My daughter is 15, so was I.
When I looked in the window and,
Saw his eye, terrified was I.
To just be standing there like I was.
Did not matter if I moved,
He would see me anywhere.
Every night, when I go to my room,
He is there, looking in my window.
No place to hide, no place to go.
I am just there, for the show.
Why is this happening to me.
Again and again I see,
This man, peeping at me.
When will it end,
I need to mend.
By, Terri L. Hessong
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