Once Called A Father

Everyday I wake up I think of the life I left behind, I think of all the words I could not find, the things he said to me, the person he brought me to be It sadens me to think of him, the man once called my father, thoughts of him beating me still bother, I wish I was never born, I wish I could have been warned, of all the shit he put me through, for fifteen years my heart turned blue The man who gave me the name he bears, that name in which I am scared, adressing by my middle name, Alexander has no shame I was not tough enough, when I almost gave up, but now I am happier living with my sister, where I no longer have to deal with the Mister... C.A.G. II