Punisher

When i was a little girl,

You used to be my hero.

Picked me up when i was hurt,

Rushed me to the hospital when i was broken.

But then time and time again,

When ever something went wrong,

You played the villain…

And my hero….

Was gone.

When mom wouldn’t take care of the problem that i made,

It was you who put the punishment in place.

I know she wasn’t the best, but she wasn’t like you.

You hurt me one time, two times, and three times more.

Years go by like seconds, and wounds never heal.

The one true fear i hold deep in my heart is that my hero….was never really there to save me but to put on a show.

You get mad so easily, and a lot of the time it’s because of me.

I know i’m not perfect but i’m still just a kid.

The age doesn’t define your life or your preparedness.

It defines how long you have pushed through the hardness that life has thrown at you.

I know its hard for you too, it’s been that way and getting worse since 2012.

It got worse when the family stopped meeting up, then worse turned to horrible when when they started passing away.

I know that a hero’s work is never done, cause after you fix one problem another one comes along.

I wonder if i play the villain in your story like how you play in mine.

You became the punisher.

I became scared.

I grew up afraid, but you never went away.

Sometimes that hero i loved when i was little shows up out of the blue, but once things turn bad...the punisher breaks through.

I still love you...even though im scared.

You’ve hurt me more than anyone i know, but i guess it’s my fault for not going with the show.

Im sorry , if i failed you.

But i don’t wanna be the sidekick to your heroic story.

Your not the hero i used to admire.

The punisher is controlling and spiteful.

Abusive and rude.

My house and life became my jail cell.

You shackled me to this mirage and made me too comfortable to leave.

You put ideas and thoughts into my head, tell me i am not myself but a horrible shadow, a dark empty shell instead.

You yell and scream, then comes the beating.

You say everything is my fault.

That i’m the one to blame..

Well if that’s true…. You should feel the same.

I loved you once...I’m not sure i still do.

I can’t even tell if i know the real you.

Your no longer the hero to my story..

Now i must save myself.

And stop your tyranny.

The punisher...will not be the death of me.