In the Hands of a Child

Some things
should never be
in the hands of a child

I had
your “ten-minute game”
attention for awhile

You got
off “stress-relief”
fell asleep with a smile

You thought
I was too young
to remember at five

But I
still am fighting
the memory’s alive

I learned
how to get the
favor I never gained

In your
eyes filled with lies
after the day that stained

I grew
away from you
into addiction’s grip

You blamed
me (acting out)
and punished me for it

I have
so had enough
of living this nightmare

I am
giving you back
this guilt-burden to bear

Since that
never belonged
in the hands of your child

© DreamMatrix 2007