Such An Idiot Never Was Poem by Gracelyn Gutierrez

As he sits next to me, comforting me, I think to myself
were is the idiot that was?
the one that beat me and yelled
and cursed....
the painful memories that I bring back through the pain.
'Where have you gone? the mean one? '
he replies with his voice smooth as honey
'such an Idiot never was'
but I can see him. he is in him.
his eyes burn like hells gates, waiting to lash out at me.
but he repeats
'such an idiot never was....'