STEP FOUR

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The American Dream
White picket fence
Happiness the theme
fourteen year old girl
she wanted a new home
Sad and broken
Her heart started to roam
I spoke about my kids
Special gifts in my life
I told her about my marriage
Said I was the perfect wife
I told her about our dinners
sixteen even twenty
every Sunday night
Food and drinks, plenty
She envied us, craved us    
This was my part,
I wanted to fix her
I offered my heart.
Two years, we spoke everyday
I was her teacher
Looked up to in every way.
She kept coming back
Art 101 art 102
I wanted to help her
Show her a new hue
She would follow me home
ask me to adopt her.
At age 16 she begged
could I babysit your kids?
Her vision of my life made sense
Dog tails and teddy bears
I had the white picket fence

Things I could hide
That was my part
Couldn’t tell her
I’d given up my heart
I showed her a father.
Not an alcoholic
I showed her a mother
Not a codependent
I showed her a husband
Not a narcissist
I showed her a wife
Not clinical depression
That was my part
hiding the screams
So I let her in
happiness the theme
She kept coming over
Still deaf, dumb and blind
It wasn’t me who
fucked with her mind
We wanted to believe
My part, my fault
Then it happened
Life came to a hault
My part, My reality
We all had to admit
The pain was real
Deep down in the pit
I told her I was happy
I was dead inside.
I showed her we were perfect
The night her innocence died

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