Anonymous Caller
Up until around age seven
My brother and I were lied to
The man we were calling father
Ended up being the substitute
A pawn in a Mother's plan
To cover tracks so they won't show
A futile attempt at camoflauging
The soon inevitably known
As we started to grow older
And developed analytical minds
We began to ask some questions
The who what where when and whys
Like why are our eyes blue?
And whose the blonde hair from?
How is our last name Freese?
And the others Amato, Mom?
Now backed into a corner
My mother finally told me
You know that strange man that keeps calling
Well that strange man is your real Daddy
About the Creator
Thomas F
I was shot in the face at point blank range with a double barrel 12 gage during an strong arm robbery that quickly turned into an Attempted Murder. Although I'm missing my right eye and a bullet in my brain. I AM STILL ME & I AM STILL HERE
Fair Exchange, No Robberies
Dark Memoirs - Index There are at least two kinds of people in the world: those who write this half-arsed kind of intro to a story that looks to separate the rare and the norm, and those who realise it's an overused framing device and don't.
By Paul Stewart7 days ago in Chapters
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