....Reflects....
He hated me, so blaintantly, with this unsupressed passion
I'd play hide & hope, no seek, when he'd 'swing' into action
Smashin' down beer after beer, my fear would grow deeper
Along with his drunkness, and this hated toward my keeper
Hed leave her, & come stumbling home as drunk as a mouse
With a mouth full of curses, & whatever liquor in the house
His spouse loved him, and she'd try so hard to please him
With no reason, because he'd always threaten he's leavin
Beneath 'em was me, my room echoed with screaming hate
Late nights became routine, so did the scrapes on her face
This place, in which I called home, became hell in it's own
That throwned an evil tyrant, the family had never known
Then get stoned was a regular, my face could feel all the hits
Cept Im not talking about weed, those stones were his fists
My lips would be swollen, & all the kids at school made fun
I wish they knew how felt to hear your dad, & have to run
And none of them knew all the fucking pain I went through
My bruises started resembling my feelings, all black and blue
I threw tantrums, but my father would just throw punches,
But all his anger was be paid out, me & my mom as fundage
And Id tell him that "I hate you dad", just like my son did
*....Tear....*
I realize what Ive become, the father in which I hated as a son
The one who hung himself, but God wouldnt let me be done
As the sun hit my eyes, I thought to go talk to my only kid
So I walked to the room I'd always find him hiding in.....
Only to find his motionless body hanging from the same ceiling I tried it with
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