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Just a Teen
  “He was just a teen”
  That was your excuse for every bump, lump and bruise you failed to see
  I stirred the pot with my personality
  I’m sorry for ruining his reality by living
  Breathing, sleeping, waiting, but no screaming
  Blood, cries, anguish, fear, hidden in halls and behind backs
  Monsters aren’t in movies; they’re in our homes
  Morphing trust into turmoil, turning touch into terror
  Now to me, a comforting hug  is now a constricting danger
  Sudden scares from harmless sounds send me into a state of shock
  I can almost see his large structure, his deadened eyes, his clenched fists
  But he’s older now, and he “played so well with his playmate”,
  It was just a game, I forgot that fear is fun
  That scars are secret
  That “boys will be boys”
  So it’s forgiven
  “He was a teenage boy” you say
  “It’s not his fault, forgiveness is key”,
  Is forgiveness also the key which unlocked our front door
  And allowed this insidious intruder in who took the form of family
  In order to not “rock the boat”?
  Or is forgiveness the key that turned the wheel in his mind,
  Setting off a chain of thoughts and feelings inside,
  His mind a factory feeding off fury, the by-product being pain
  You played supervisor, gave him authourity to act upon urges
  By hiding behind clean kitchens, family photos, and trips to the grocer’s,
  And allowed him to pour the waste of his burdens on to me?
  You knew clearly his temperamental tendencies,
  But claimed it was teenage angst, and so you forgave him
  When he yelled at you, you forgave him
  When he hurt me, you didn’t see
  How your precious boy could possibly be a problem
  He was; my weakness was his solution
  And for now he has his answers
  He walks in cities and streets, confident and without consequence
  He’s free to roam, yet I’m trapped in distrust’s walls
  This prison cell, my only safety
  Home sweet home will be my haven
  Until he comes back with more questions and rage to release
  That only my silent suffering can solve
  Because if I smile and say cheese for the camera,
  Your son can be “just a teen” since 16
  And, if I’m a good little girl,
  I can be six feet under

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