Is It Fair
Is it fair that she calls me a *****?
Is it fair that she calls me stupid?
Is it fair that she kicked me out and let me sleep outside?
All these things happened and it wasn't even my fault
She never let her son take blame just me
It would always be
You *****! You Dumbass! You whore!
With tears in my eyes I'd mentally cuss her,I'd picture myself leaving the house,with a smile on my face I'd say I will be back in 6 years
My life looks so perfect from far
But as you walk closer,you realise..its all just a front
I'm tired of fighting I say,I'm tired of being the emotional punching bag
She treats me like she didn't give birth to me
Like I'm the reason for her misery
She says she loves me but I know for a fact that I hate her
She treats me like I'm not her youngest daughter
She said she wishes I die
That's something I needed to hear
After having a tough day at school
So I ask again...is it fair that I'm still alive?
Why am I alive?
Copyright © Boipelo Mo | Year Posted 2015
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