Living In My World.
Late on the dishes, food still on the plate
Daddy is again home late.
I'm in the corner crying all alone
Wishing to myself, get me out of this home.
I'm always getting beaten, never treated well
I'm the one child's whose lifeís a living hell.
Thrashes on my back, bruises on my face
All because I didn't clean up this place.
I donít have a bed, cement floor is all I got
Cold walls, no blankets, not even a cozy cot.
Laundry not completed, so no dinner for tonight.
My family all eating, plainly in sight.
Raggedy clothes, cold feet I must add
I know what you're thinking I must have been bad
But thatís not the case. Honest to god
I'm just a misfit, the odd pea from the pod.
I was cute in the beginning, a mistake in the end.
Not allowed to socialize, not allowed to have one friend.
Daddy doesn't like me, he's mean. It's true
He yells mean things at me for anything I do.
He tells me he'll kill me, that I'm going to hell.
If anyone asks he'll tell them I just fell.
I can't do much. Nothing at all.
I have to even lay there when I fall.
Looking all depressed is what I do best
But trying to survive is definitely a big test.
No child should live the life I have to go by
Every child should smile, and have no reason to cry.
Living in my world, is definitely not fun
I guess I'm that *lucky* child, that very *special* one.
Partially true and partially made up to fit in a poem.