I grew up in a house where people thought was perfect
I have a mom, a dad, siblings, a dog and pet fishes
Go to work and smile pretending everything is okay
People thought we have tons of money and we are happy
But inside where they can't see tells a different story
My father was physically abusive when I was younger
Now it shifted to verbal abuse which is even worse
He talks to other people politely and kindly
But inside the house is mostly nothing nice
I never really got appreciation for the things I do
Everything we do is wrong and he's the only one that's right
I'm so tired of this kind of life
Sometimes I think of ending it all with a knife
The only thing that's making we alive is coming here and just write
It's so sickening that I just want to run and never look back
I just don't know where to go and I'm so low with cash

© Kalingayan Bayani