Where am I

Where do I stand I don't really belong anywhere Yeah I have a great life, more so than my friends My pain is mostly for them It doesnt mean...I can't possibly know What it is to have parents who neglect you Or hurt you, or arent there, But I do feel pain, I don't say these things to Make you resent me I just get so Each parent, neither knows That the little comments, they use To get me more to their sideof the game I know they would never force me, but I have two houses But no home Just a place I stay a week and get up To leave again Costantly moving Each, thinks the others wrong the others dishonest But their stories are almost identical Just leaning a little towards them Sometimes I just feel like running Running through 3 or 4 counties till I realize Nothing is chasing me Run until the bone in my legs litrally turns to Salt like substance I know I have both parents, loving great parents Who set rules that help me And a little sister while the Person who can complety drive me crazy Leading me to wish she was never born Is the one I can always count on to listen To confide everything in I have best friends, and good friends And have two guys I can trust, one friend who Doesnt know what a truly good person and friend he is One my daddy But its not perfect Cause I don't know where I stand I have two homes and no home at all Cause each where I go, one says oblvious to them Hurtful things, just cause they want me to stay there And when I voice it, they ask what other way And thats just it , why I am my daddy's girl I like going to both parents I love my mom And my stuff here I love my dad,his fiancee, my mine as be brothers My stuff there But I just... I almost why I don't want to be indepent I want to be 18 out of high school So I can move away And visit both on my own accord Part of me wanting to stay here, this age or younger forever The other wants to grow up, run and never look back And I am constantly asking where am I? Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 02:50 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1