Mom, dad, child, sibling;
This nuclear family you have in mind
no longer exists today.

Homes are mixed, split, shared
time meaning nothing to the children but
adults taking what is theirs.

Entitlement surges through moms and dads
talking about his time, her time, their time
but never about our time.

Homes no longer feel like home
but places you go to sleep, wake, and go about your day.
Not knowing who's house you will be in,
and stepparents making you feel incompatible.

There are no more yelling matches
but now there are finance matches,
who pays what, when, or where.

Why can't you just get along
and stop with all the hate?

Where do I begin my journey,
is it walking down the road without turning back
or is it driving past the red lights as fast as I can?

Running away never seemed to solve my problems
like a child throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the store isle.

No longer a teenager
waiting on mom and dad to deal with my anger;
Sitting alone in the corner wondering why the tears
keep rolling down like tidal waves across my face.

The car is on humming that beautiful engine sound
the birds are out and the sun is bright,
but I can't move my body to make that first move.

Am I waiting to make a change or am I stuck in the same routine?
I continuously ask myself as I feel the heat of the sun on my face
not knowing how to change.

My heart aches for what once was;
The sound of your voice, the touch of your finger tips.
Missing you is hardest when
the sunlight goes down.

I lay alone wondering where it went wrong,
why I wasn't enough.
That twinkle in my eye you once saw
is now just another tear sliding down my face.
Our love once shined brightly
but now my sadness drapes over the blinds shutting out the light.

I miss the way you made me laugh,
the way I held your hand;
we are no longer friends nor lovers.
It breaks my soul at every thought,
knowing you were my first and my last; my beginning and end.

Little girl formed in your womb; you couldn't admit this isn't what you wanted. You hid your pain through the needle in your vein.

As she is born she begins crying, shaking caused by the drugs forced in her system. She screams in pain while you walk away, getting high to forget your ****.

This little girl who was brought into the world, alone never knowing what love is or could be. Her life is not her own, unwanted and lonely not knowing where she fits in.

She's growing up, looking for love in all the wrong places.
Pregnant at 15 cuz her parents couldn't raise her any better.

Grandma pleads, crying don't let her go;  mama turns her head as daddy walks out the door.

Run away little girl, far from the pain, far from the noise.
Now it's time to grow up and be done with all the hate.

Your son is born, his daddy doesn't want him. Reality sets in; you're doing this on your own.

Little girl, you aren't so little; now with a child in your arms you promise not to give up.  Remind him he is wanted and that he is loved. Remind him you didn't walk away to put a needle in your vein.