You talk the talk
but do not walk the walk

I love you so much
but my sister she mocks.

She mocks what you say
it kills me inside,

I know your disorder
it's also affects me inside.

So angry you can be
it hurts those around,

it kills me too
like I have been drowned.

You mean so well
but it hardly goes right,

I'm so glad for my step mom
she has no fright.

Not like my mom
who you hurt so much

even physically
why did you have to touch?

You did it to me too,
you put your hand on me.

How could you do that, dad?
I was sixteen.

I love you to this day
and my helper says to me,

is it your dad that's mad
or the man he wish he could be?