My Lost Childhood

I can admit that my life is not perfect, I do not always have the respect. From mom and her beer, And dad in a different hemisphere. I always get lots of pity, From people who are witty. They think they understand, But they only get second-hand. In my life I am lost, Like I am stuck in a holocaust. And every ones against me, And won’t leave me be. When ever I open up, I am told to shut up. I can’t even tell how I feel, Because there is to much to reveal. I wonder why I was put here, I’m far from a souvenir. Even when I try to look, Its always in the wrong book. So if you have the nerve to tell me you know how I feel, And say that my pain is no big deal. I will never tell you yakkity-yak, Mainly because I am a maniac.