Me

I wonder why me I hear my own plea I see his anger I want away from the danger I pretend to be happy I feel so deceived I touch my wrist with regret I worry I won't succeed I cry at night with thoughts of one i called "dad" but, Now it's all over and he has left me mad I understand what he did was never my fault I say he is to blame I now dream of a life with no shame I try to cope with all the stress but, I canonly hope for all the best.