Creepy Old Man

I wrote this poem from personal experience. There was a pedophile, a "creepy old man" in the family and no one wanted to say anything. He had been harming the girls in his family for generations and this drove me crazy. This whole situation frustrated me. I wanted to harm him in so many different ways. I wanted him to suffer and I wanted those girls to get the justice they deserved. There were people who could have done something, who could have said something, but they refused to. Ignorance is bliss. Enjoy.