Daddy, you scare me,
When you break our lives,
And you swear at us in your rage.
Daddy, I love you,
But I cannot speak,
Of the problems on my tongue, that I know will fade.
Mother, I miss you,
But you sit next to me.
Why is it, that you still seem so far?
Mother, I dont know you,
And I’m scared I never will,
Because of the secrets you hide within your scars.
You may understand me,
But I feel too afraid,
So let me keep living this torturous charade.
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