Born into this world
the hands of a drunk
life wouldn't be easy
for this little punk.
First years are hard
they get harder everyday
the pain they infected
you can't take away.
First there was drinking
then the fussing set in
their fighting soon starts
lonely people broken hearts.
Words that they used
left me feeling confused
their fight soon ends
then mine will begin.
Angry with each other
will driven them insane
taken out their frustration
I get the pain.
Garden hose or belt
it doesn't really matter
beating is a beating
don't get any better.
All this anger of mine
stays inside my head
sometimes makes me mad
others wish I were dead.
But never gave up
fought to the end
stand my own ground
won't be sacred again.
Now I'm a man
mind of a child
before you judge me
wear my shoes a while.
Feel all my pain
thats locked deep inside
so climb on board
take yourself a ride.
Before you think about it
listen to your heart
because once in my mind
life will fall apart.
Depression is my brother
pain from the father
lost in this world
child with no mother.
Life is never easy
learn as you go
lock it in your mind
things one must know.
Brought into this world
not wanting to be here
I get your anger
you showed no care.
Now left in a world
not wanted at all
just gave me up
you made the call.
Tracy Rollings
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-child-with-no-mother/
