Here It In a Song

I wish you couldn't make this up or here it in a song, I have seen lots of movies where families don't get along, No matter how wrong, it doesn't help the pain that is strong, As life went on, these problems never seem to cease, It was me, getting heat,every week instead of my mom, Wheres the police It wasn't his fist but an open palm, I got anxiety attacks, So I would day dream in class to relax, And do nothing that teach ever asked, But how the could they grasp, The acts of a Dad who goes whack, and shoves a sock down his only sons trap, for no reason, other than the fact hes mad hes fat, And At 5'6 and a half how the hell could I hold him back, Now Im 5'10 and jacked, And I have to wonder, How could you kiss me then call me a sissy, Then say you miss when I'm gone for six weeks, Cause this hit deep when you'd get pissy and hit me.