Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
I think dad's in a bar,
If that's true then he'll be high,
And maybe just want me to die.
My name is Anne,
Anne Kimberley Mc Phee,
I've been abused by my dad,
From the age of three.
Mummy I was only five,
Yet you sold me,
Daddy I'm alive,
Yet I you don't see.
I've got a tiny problem,
It has to do with this guy,
I usually talk so loud,
But with him I'm all shy.
There's an ache in my heart that will never go away,
I feel it every night and I feel it every day,
It appears when I'm happy but mostly when I'm sad,
It makes me confused, depressed and mad.
A broken mirror,
A shattered soul,
A ghost-white person,
An empty hole.
It's hard for me to move a muscle,
Anchored in my place, between the hustle and bustle,
Fear courses through my blood,
And I'm hurt till I can feel no more,
The shouting and bickering never stops,
And the loud noise I hear never drops,
I know very well that they're fighting again,
Their constant arguments are driving me insane.