"MISTY"

Misty My name is Misty I am but three My eyes are swolleen 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'm locked up all day long When I wake up I'm all alone the house is dark my folks aren't home Im really just an expensive joke no more no less then speed or coke Be quiet now! I hear the 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 its 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.... (It makes some of us realize how good we have it....because others of us don't.)