cant find its inner lies.
they dont know what it really feels
to sit at night and cry.
they dont know how much it hurts
just to know and feel unloved
to be pushed and prodded endlessly,
down the stairs to have been shoved
by someone most would love,
for blood we seem to share,
but that is not enough for him
to stop and finally care.
useless is my only gift,
to him it might be seen,
for yelling countless times,
and hearing countless screams.
i try as hard as i might dare
to keep in good reveiws
but everytime he hates me more,
exactly right on cue.
he slapped me for no reason
and pushed me for no cause
and for not his own anger
did he think to stop and pause.
and now from his seething rage
and kindness come too late
he shall find he is the one
that i only truly hate.
hm....eh, its ten to midnight right now...
