I watch as the sun sets

And you walk away from here

I wave as I wonder

How you'll make it back alive

My mind fills with doubt

I look at you in pity

As you say, probably lying,

You're going to a place you call "home"

You, you're a model citizen,

A sadist behind closed doors

The poor souls you torture

Are traumatized for life

Your cruel, brutal behavior

Is merely a cry for help

A way to find attention,

The way to ease your pain

I'm sorry you have to end up like this,

The youngest of the set

You watch as your life passes quickly

But it hasn't ended yet

You're on thin ice, undetermined

In each life-or-death situation

Do not fret, there is a way out

There will be a brighter end

For the dysfunctional family:

Doctor, what can I prescribe?

500 milligrams of piety

Taken with peace and love?

Given 24 hours a day, 7 days a week

Will the scars heal in half a month?

Physical, mental, spiritual therapy?

Is a helping hand enough?