`a Fathers Daughter Poem by Elizabeth Rabbit

I started to think we were ok now,
now that we're talking,
now there's no yelling;
I started to think that maybe you don't hate me anymore,
maybe you won't almost break me anymore,
maybe your shouting won't keep me awake anymore.
But then remembered, it's too late.
Ok so you're getting old, you're getting tired, getting bold and grey.
Ok you no longer bully my mother, your presence no longer makes us suffer, but that's just because I'm tougher.
You're still the raging coward you've always been, but when i was younger you took your rage out on me, and when my mother tried to help she'd become your new victim; butnow I'm older I don't allow it, I've never gone to hit you, i shielded myself with words, that made you hate me more i think, but the only thing you could do was go back to the drink; your anger with no escape now, you just sit there, I can almost see it tear about within.
Right so you've not hurt us for ages, but the anger's still in you,
I feel it,
I almost forget about what you were like, it seems like two different people,
but then I remember.
You were the man who thought it was ok to throw a child against a wall, grab a 4 year old by its ankles and swing it into a chair, in my memories of you, your eyes were almost red; you come close to killing me before.
I remember.
You scare me, even still,
Even now, Maybe forever.
Ok so now you're older,
but what if you get angry again?
what if my mother or I do something you don't like?
What if? What if? What if?
I'm scare he'll raise his hand to me again, I'm not scared of it hurting; what scares me is I'm my fathers daughter, what scares me is what I'll do back to him.