Fathers face turns red in anger

His words feel like knifes

I want to run and cry after

It really gets on my nerves

His hands turn red as he clenches them

My eyes water as I look away

One day I will take my vengance

He makes me go cray

His words are red fueled with fire

I'll have to become a waitress he claims

No school will want me till my grades get higher

Looks like ill need some new aims

Tears of red drip off my wrist

He is the reason for this

He must not find out or he will be pissed

But right now this feels like bliss

Red is the color my wrist cries

Red is the color of fast food bags

Red is the color as my hopes die

Red is the color of which I will never brag

My future is not red

I will go and get a degree

This is nor how my story will end

One day my father will see