You read cheeper by the dozen once
and fell in love with a red head.
Now there are twelve of us.
Are you happy?
Is this what you really wanted?

I can't say childhood has been great,
knowing all you are is a number...
"hello I'm number 7"
lucky me.

They weren't ready for us.
I think dad hated me.
The neighbor next door seems nice.
He was the old grandfatherly type,

At least until he had you groomed...
Once he revealed his taste for children
it seemed too convenient for a little pig
to live next door to the big bad wolf.

Dad said I should have known better.
He told me that the wolf was
"too kind to a kid like you"
and that he
"gave out too much candy."
I should have known.
No one is ever that kind or sweet...

We moved,
and just kept moving.
Only ever a year in one spot.
I never made friends.
I had too many secrets,
and I was scared
they'd find out.

At 17 I got away.
And the secrets started slipping.
I was too tired to carry them anymore.
There wasn't anything to lose at this point anyway...


L
G
B
T
and a dash of
s
u
i
c
i
d
e
They say I'm hell bound...
Sounds like fun.
At least I'll get to live before I die.