You just stood there, arms at your side,
The playground filled with silence, you moved on,
Walking away, your dark hair, balding head,
I called out but you just left me there, left, gone.

You were always so gone, but even then I may confess,
It's psychology, did you intend to leave me there?
I was helpless I felt no one could save me,
I cried and cried and wondered if you ever did care.

My pain burst and the tear drops in my eyes,
But these were no ordinary fears, for some reason I guess,
You'd been there for only more than two years,
I think you put them into me, maybe you weren't the best?
Well the belt, the whip, the hate the pain, you always were
There for guilt trips and blame, was it all just me?

Such a dark person, perhaps you seemed to want us believe,
To trust you that this thing God was a man, that it's all "Pater Pan,"
Although Disney was racist, but that's hard for some to conceive.