I wish there was somebody
I could honest tell,
That the life I'm living
is my own personal hell,
I learnt speak aloud
how I truly feel.
For the hurt it would
because I could never heal.

I live for my family it's their
life I'm leading not mine,
Life flashes by me so quickly
I'm running out of time,
I try to please them all but
I'm physically not able,
In front of others I try and
appear I am still stable.

I will try my hardest,
and try my best,
But my families drama
is a daily test,
To check my patience in
each and every way,
I wish they could all just
stop for even a single day.

To step back and see all
the pain they cause me,
It’s not normality, not
the way a family should be.
I remind myself that this is
only something I can only dream,
yet to others entertaining it must seem.

You see my families greatest weakness
is the alcohol that they all drink,
They wont admit this or take
a step back and to think,
its not just there own life
that it does affect,
It’s not a solution you know when
life is all but perfect.

My families poison I make
sure I stay well clear,
I couldn't cause that pain,
not even a single tear,
The black sheep of the
family they all make me feel,
But no matter what they throw
at me I will always heal.

When weakness creeps up on
me down the motorway I must go,
I must always stop my family
from seeing how they hurt me so,
The price I pay to keep my
daughter free is steep,
But this fight I will win,
repatision I will always keep.

Although the years may have
stripped me slowly bit by bit,
My secret inner weakness I will never
allow any of them to ever hit,
Shush... don't tell them, I grew stronger
the day my daughter was born,
I now no longer question living;
I am no longer torn.

I vowed to never allow my little
girl to follow the life I've had,
I will ensure her life doesn't turn out
anywhere near quite as bad.