Dear DCF,

Knocking on the door in your tucked in dress shirts; where were you when I needed you? Making an appearance, just a little too late; for reasons unworthy of discussion. Take me away in your run down sedan; you cannot fix the damage that has been done. You couldn't spare the moments when the violence set in, why offer your time when the smoke has finally cleared? Expressing concern through those deep hollow eyes, searching my soul for what I will not say. You will find nothing; in your absence I have mastered the art of deceiving. Do you write of your guilt in your alphabetized files? Do you question yourself whilst interrogating me? Ask me why our eyes don't meet when our words are exchanged. Question my honesty; my imperceptibly counterfeit honesty.