Would my family be in despair?
The awnser is no, simple and clear,
My family wouldn't even shed a tear.
To everyone it would be good news,
but who else would they abuse?
Who would be their punching bag,
to be used like their old dishrag.
But I am a watse of air,
A heavy burden for them to bare.
To be reminded everyday,
to leave everyone and just go away.
Yet they don't see what they've done wrong,
as they neglect me all yearlong.
They have brushed my life aside,
my happiness has been denied.
I have been burned deep inside,
I have no self confidence; no pride.
I'm locked away on my own,
to be reminded I'm all alone.