Did you know I’m miserable
Behind these brown-green eyes?
My skinny frame with dried up tears
Even though I claim I never cry.
Did you know I hate you
With a passion of defeat?
I cry every night because
You cuss, throw, and beat.
Did you know you’re not my hero?
How could I after what you’ve done.
You can push and hit me around,
But you’re only proud of you’re sons.
Did you know I’m you’re daughter?
I’m not perfect like my brothers,
I try my hardest to please you
But we just hate one another.
Will you lay me in my tomb?
Will you beat my brothers too?
Will I be just another mouth to feed?
Will you spare me from you’re deed?
I guess one things for sure
Something I’ve never said before,
Get the hell away from me,
You sick and twisted horror.
But I guess one thing you’ll answer “yes”
Is a small question without a slur,
Get the camera out so the world can hear me say,
“Can I be you’re failure? ”
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