To the Abusive OneIt's sad..that the minute I walk into a room, I feel the need to block the door.So that you can't get in, so that you can't seep through the crevices and get me.It's funny..how even though you are twenty years older than my friends' parents,One would assume you'd be wiser,And yet your brain has reset itself to the ways of a child.It's mind boggling..That even though you've been told over and over again to stop,You keep persuing and you keep on repeating actions that kill others.It's strange..How in the last stages of death some people clench their chests in pain,Some try to cling to the thread of life and scream out in