I am from the hate of love
My parents broke up before I was one
They fought all night
When hearing me cry
I am from the question why
I grew up confused
Not knowing why
My dad was not there
It just didn’t seem fair
I am from a broken family
With hearts broken
And always feeling lonely
I am from a puzzle
Where you just don’t fit
You try a bunch of times
But it just doesn’t seem to go your way
I am from my parents
They make me want to be a better person
To stop the fighting and the yelling
And just get my life going
Thursday, October 25, 2007
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