In his eyes
 

Normal day
Past filed back behind locked doors
Hidden from my conscious
Saving me it's pain
In walks the guilty
The one who hurts and hits
The one I wanted to forget
Well at least one of the ones
He doesn't recognize me at first
Shock makes me blurt out his name
I kick myself for that weakness
Still he controls my responses
Even after all these years
The door to the past shatters
Memories wash me in their pain
How he hit me
Where he touched me
How he blamed me for it all
I grab my fear
Drowning it in death's indifference
He will not see the scars of his existence
I stare into his eyes
Seeking for a sorry
For a recognition
I see a vacant old man
Prime canidate for alhziemers
Convient escape
I see a slow rememberence of who I am
I see no signs of him remebering what he did
How he help with the construction of actions
Which ruined my life
I see nothing
Like it is locked behind a door of shame
But I see fear
Fear at what I might do or say
Fear at talking to me
At the suprise of me hurting him
I see the fear of me forcing the door open
I see the fear at me making him remember
What type of bully he really was
I see fear in a vacant old man's eyes
And I hate it
Hate his denial
Hate this self preservation which plays on my mind
The role to protect those who are weak
Created out of what this man took part in
Now rebels his destruction
I smile
Let him scurry off in relief
Confident he will not return here again........
The pain locked up once more
Cheated of revenge
But my conscious whispers
No longer am I controlled from that time
I'm free.......from what he did.

Auww...heel herkenbaar...mooi geschreven ook. Like your style!