K.M Roberston
11-14-2009, 07:44 PM
My pale hands spread out over my growing stomach; I am scared
Rain falls and hits them hard
It feels too strange and out of place
I am child, baring a child….
It’s my fault…that’s what you tell me
I hate you,
I am the one that had my youth stolen
I am the one that is never going to have a normal life again
I am the one that gets those disapproving looks everywhere I turn
I am the one who’s alone in all this
But who needs you?
You would only make this worse
You would never understand
You tell me to get rid of it
I slap you hard; the only person I am getting rid of is you
My pale hands spread out over my growing stomach; I am strong
Rain falls and hits them hard
It feels too strange and out of place
I am child, baring a child….
It’s my fault…that’s what you tell me
I hate you,
I am the one that had my youth stolen
I am the one that is never going to have a normal life again
I am the one that gets those disapproving looks everywhere I turn
I am the one who’s alone in all this
But who needs you?
You would only make this worse
You would never understand
You tell me to get rid of it
I slap you hard; the only person I am getting rid of is you
My pale hands spread out over my growing stomach; I am strong