Sleep. What a novel idea
To sleep all night
Without a nightmarish fright
My tormentor is fierce, quick and precise
He's draconic, evil and immensely quick to change his disguise
At first, he’s pleasant as can be
A friend by your side, so nice indeed
Day turns to night and into his fantasy
That's when “he" comes out. He changes what you see.
He can be all sorts of shapes, beings or things.
Sometimes he can fly with his big, gigantic wings.
He haunts me most every night.
He loves it when there is no visible light.
Even after taking medication, he is there
I can’t evade his evil, ferocious stare.
He sometimes reveals himself as my tormentor.
The man who was supposed to protect her.
That innocent child that I was.
I was supposed to be protected by their love.
Who were they to torment me?
Couldn’t they just love and see,
That I deserved protection, even from them.
Couldn’t they see what they were doing was a sin?
Tormenting me daily and nightly, endlessly.
They protected my big sister but why not me?
I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.
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