i hear yew curse at me.
the words thrown at me,
ment to hurt me.
punish me the language yew dont understand.
Why not just mute, not speak.
athough i know i'll be misunderstood.
i speak with a tone competly mild and confused.
but mismodulted to somthing so demanding so harsh.
i dont sound that way. why?
why throw words at me, and make me shatter.
i'll fall to pieces, crying my eyes out.
every tear fallen.
why doesn't is hurt yew knowing yew crushed sombody of innocence?
i wish to say good-bye to the hatred in your face,
and the angony i'll aways hold,
just for yew.
all i want is to make yew happy.
all i want its to hear yew say yew luv me.
that i was worth somthing to yew in the wourld.
i want to see the glowing happiness, knowing ive made yew proud.
i not only wish, but i try so hard.
to mommy and daddy.
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