What it could have been....
 

How could you bring
Her there?
When, I was so
Unaware
I felt
Hijacked, at work
Boy, did that
Hurt
It was all I
Could do
To NOT
Throw her out
So, I hid
In the back
After, the polite
Conversation
I made
To her face
It will take
Some time
For me to
Recover
From that
Invasion, of space
I've made my
Feelings
Very clear
On this matter
What did you
Expect
From me?
I've told you
Many times
That I don't want
To see
Them
I just cannot
Pretend
That it all didn't
Happen
It was all so
Traumatic
And, it will not
Leave me
It's most of the reason
I'm in therapy...
How could you call
And, yell on my
Answering machine?
When, I have told you
Whom, not to bring
I thought, I handled it
Very well
I simply
Extracted Myself
From her presence
I simply could not
Pretend,
I could not
Make friends
I'm sorry
That, I couldn't do
What you expected
Me to
I just don't have it in me
To be that fake
To make nice
To someone's face
When, really, I just wish
They'd forever
Go away
And, she's lucky
That, you left
When you did
Because a few minutes
Later
My SISTER
Came in
And, let me tell you
What it could have been....

( I wrote this poem today because my biological sister brought one of my family members who sexually abused us, into my work to have me wait on them, and, have lunch. I just couldn't handle it...I hid, in the back for an hour, untill they left.)