you brought me pain

Your brought me pain when I was a two by not saying good bye and leaveing me by myself. You made me cry when you left me and when i needed you.

When I was eight you brought me pain by moveing me from my friends and moving far away so i wont see my dad again. I hated you and I still do.

I was 10 and you told me my dad died and told me to go to school and you would not let me go to his wake.

I got pain by you hitting me and telling me i was fat and I was to ugly to live in the family.

I was 12  when I finally told everyone the  pain you mad me go tough and you know what I still have the scars from you and I have to live in a family who dosnt look like me.

Every day people ask me why do my mom and dad dont look like me and you know what i cry instead of answer them.

One day I will let you go though the pain and see how you like it.