Bright thunder and loud lightning all the night through,
Waiting for the admission of what I know is true.
Holding my breathe to hear a validation,
Ignoring my feelings of this my most horrid situation.
I am not to blame yet I can not stop but to think,
If I did things differently would I be as weak.
Anger and sadness and pain torture me,
Happiness and laughter and joy consume she.
Crying like a baby but not one anymore,
Not allowed to cry might touch my core.
Who would want to see this wreck of a boy,
who was destroyed and used like a toy.
My eyes have heard far too much and my ears have seen more than they can sustain.
If I am to survive I must confront my bain.
My happiness is not dependant on other people's misery.