Why Was I Born

I watch how my parents look at me
It makes me sad, because I…
I think I am not what they wanted

They say I’m there pride and joy
But yet they are always yelling and
They look at me with a sad look

I never do anything right
I take pride in life and yet
I fight for what I want
I don’t let it go

I think my parents want
Me out, and leave far away
But they don’t admit it,
It starts to make me think,
Why was I born?





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