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My Name Is Misty
My name is Misty I am but three,
My eyes are swollen I can not see.
I mustn't be bad, that lesson I've learned
For I am punished with cigarette burns.
I have to be right.
I can not be wrong.
For I am locked up all week long.
When I wake up I'm all alone.
The house is empty, my parents aren't home.
Deep inside I feel so bad,
For I am hated by my mom and dad.
I'm just an expensive joke.
The need more money for speed and coke.
An "accident", yes that's their words.
Countless times that phrase I've heard.
Another burn I can't endure.
Lots of trouble I am sure,
Listen now I hear a car,
my dad is home from Charlie's bar.
I hear him cuss.
My name he calls.
I squeeze against the dirty walls.
Oh dear God, Its too late.
His face is twisting into hate.
I feel the pain again and again,
Oh, please Lord let it end.
My name was Misty.
I was but three.
Last night my father murdered me.
I have no idea who wrote this, I've had it since Jr High school.
I always want to go hug my kids a little tighter when I read it.
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