what I fear most

scared.
scared to go home,
to the place that is "safe"
when it reality,
my home isn't safe.
it's the place of hurt
making me feel hopeless
but maybe it isn't the place,
it's the person..
scaring me not only with his hands
that were often around my throat,
but hurting me more with his words
that I was worthless,
unwanted,
he was no longer my father,
he was my fear.