Dear Mother,
Haven't you heard my screams
Haven't you seen my marks
Father is so mean
His words stirring in my heart.
Dear Mother,
Why does Father drink?
Are we really that bad?
His breath always stinks
Brother asks me whats wrong with Dad.
What am I supposed to tell him Mother?
That he is mad,
That he is sad,
That he is BAD?
No.
The bruises on our arms prove that.
My scattered scars prove that.
The way he acts proves that.
The urge to run proves that.
So I will play the part
Of happy Child
Oh so smart.
I will clean the house,
Because you are passed out on the couch,
And Father will get mad at us,
Father will make such a fuss,
And today again will end,
With sore bottems and sore ears,
And emotional scars that will last years.

Dear Mother,
Who am I to turn to?
You look at me with such pain
Pain that masks the complete distain,
The disgust you have for me.
Dear Mother,
You forgot once again to feed us,
So Brother had a sloppy sandwich,
And I didn't eat.
Mother I don't feel good
Mother I'm much to weak.
Mother I can count my ribs,
And I have fuzz like a peach,
Mother I want to eat!
Dear Mother,
ARE YOU LISTENING?