They say he’s such a nice guy by the way he opens a car door, but they haven’t seen all the times his fists forced her to the floor. Many have read his words on paper they talk endlessly about his kindness. She wishes they knew about his mask and how it leads them into blindness. They hear all his loving words acting the way a father should. She feels his hands once so gentle leave bruises where no other could. Her mom lived in sightless apathy unwilling to except the truth. Too afraid to open her eyes And see her daughters broken youth. It rained the day his six foot journey led her to a future open to peace. Though her tears weren’t of despair their eyes still refused to see.