There is nobody here to share my sorrow
There is nobody here to cut the ball and chain of my responsibilities, my chores
To allow me to run and play like a carefree child, to think of happy things and make daisy chains in the sun
When will someone hear my cry?
You walk away and leave me alone to deal with my internal sadness, you desert me
Who is here to soothe my pain, to love me and tell me it will be all right?
Only God, but Dad said God does not exist
So I am alone
I get tired of fighting for acceptance, to be heard, to be understood and to be unconditionally loved
But most of all I get tired of fighting to be considered, to be thought of and cared for
You cannot look at me, you stare away or down at the ground
You no longer care what happens, you are not interested in my words unless they are happy ones
I am an adult yes, but I am still a lonely child
It’s deja vu, its history repeating itself.