Am I
As I lay in the grass and watched the stars above me
There is a tranquil in the air around me
As I begin to drift to sleep, I can't help but wonder
Am I allowed to be joyful in my life away from abusive parents
They never laid a hand on me physically, nor aided me
Their favorite method was putting me down
I never had a chance at being a child
I had to learn to grow up quickly otherwise, I would be dead
Am I allowed to have real friends
I never had them when I was young
I was always the one who was excluded from everything
That made playing outside lonesome
I prefer to be inside reading books
At least books can't mock you as the children do
At least they can take you far away from here
Am I allowed to have anything in my life
Or am I doomed to always wonder about what I could have
Or am I allowed to die so I can have everything I desired
It's not as if I would be missed
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