Tell why you have given me these obstacles I have obtained during this short life?
I long to know what good will come from all these battles.
I battle with this depression,
I fight myself to not drink, yet I do not win.
Why have I been given an abusive Step Father?
What is my Mother's justification to her ignorance?
I do the best with what I have,
Although I do long for these answers.
I feel I deserve that much,
answers for why you have made me the way I am.
Feelings of being left on a shelf and forgotten,
feelings of being partially what you wanted yet not completely.
Look down from the heavens you reside within
Have pity on my soul
Pity on my pain
Take these undesirable tears
These feelings of hurt
Take all this and have mercy on me!!