He entered my life and taught me how to play.

He played everything like a king and I went along with it,

It wasn't until a few days after it started, that I realized

I wasn't the other player, I was the victim.

A victim of his murderous lies.

It was too late,

I couldn't get out of his mischievous games

When I tried to run, he tied me up

When I tried to scream, he shut me up

Days and nights went by,

I was still stuck in his daunting life

I prayed for the game to end soon

And that’s when I realized, that he wasn't planning

To finish it till I was doomed.

I knew I had to devise a plan,

I knew I had to escape

I was close, it was about to stop

And that’s when I heard the scream of a tiny tot.

She was just seven years old,

She deserved so much more

Not his cruelty, not his lunacy

Not his plays, not his brutality.

So I walked towards him, I didn't stop

I picked up his gun and shot

All those years, something I was unable to do.

Something I should’ve done a long time ago.

I shot him three times in the head

And then I smiled at him as he bled

I looked at the pretty girl who was now crying

And there instead of her, I saw myself.

- Isha Sharma

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