Least Read Poems About Domestic Violence

I'm not telling the truth -
I'll lie til i die. I'm ok!
I can deal with it.
The truth never happened.

The truth lurks close...
but I'll grab that fucking truth...
and strangled it and bury it!
I don't want you around truth!!!

The lie grins - knowing we are...
crafting a story to decieve.
I'll walk with Satan...
...come what may.

Whispers of non-believers...
FUCK THEM!
You can't unmask my lie!
The truth is done! It's dead!

Standing firm!!!  I have my reasons...
My reasons. The lie...

The boy hid under his bed when he would hear his father come into the house
A large, hairy, burly man, who has a problem with his hands
Almost every night he comes home drunk
The father would come into the boy's room, wake him up and begin taunting him
His dad would begin touching him inappropriately  
He made sure that his boy would touch him back
The father would tell the boy that he's his favorite, even though he's an only child
The boy is kissed violently
He can taste the liquor his father's been drinking
If it's something the boy likes, he...