The Hard Way

You forgot me again. Left me to fend for myself; To travel the world alone. I’m still young, A child, And yet, that matters not to you And doesn’t much matter to me either. Either way, If you look at me as a child Or someone older, More mature, I know what I’m like inside. I know that I’m the adult. There’s you, The bottle your only friend. And there’s the other, Helping you and leaving me. I am the one that’s left alone. Forgotten. Until you need someone to blame. Then where am I? Of course, Right there; Taking the blame off you Because it’s never your fault, It has to be mine. I’m not pretty enough, Not smart enough, Not perfect. Well, I’m sorry. If I had known I would’ve tried To be the perfect daughter; To slowly pick up the pieces of your life And forget all about mine, To hold everything I know and love inside Because none of that mattered to you, And to take the blame; Take the one thing that separates me from you. You may not see it, But I do. You can’t take the pressure So you pile it all on me; Expecting me to hold the burden, Expecting me to be stronger than you. And if I fail, When I fail, It is my fault Because I couldn’t hold it Even though it was you Who was supposed to carry it. Then You take away the things I hold dear. Taunt me with your love, Your promises, And punish me for something even you could not do. So you see, I am the one forgotten; Picking up the broken pieces behind you, Taking the blame, And holding your burden As I travel alone. Not daring to ask you for help, For guidance Because you’d set me on the wrong path. I learned that the hard way. Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 01:34 PM PST   0 • 1