was it me?Even before birth life was hardAn unwanted gift sent from 'God'Even the earliest memory is too sadSaw my mum being strangled by my dadGrowing up in this violence everdayAnd recieving it the same wayGetting beats for wetting the bedAnd wetting the bed 'cause i was scaredIn this vicious regular routineAs 'The Stick' became very familiar to meWe met on what became a regular basisEvery time I stepped outta placeI began to think i was a bad kidAnd that I deserved it 'cause of what i didBut it wasnt my fault, or was it?
What about me?Why didn't they care for me...???My inside they never did see,My heart cries and my body sore,Paralyzing me to the innermost core,The anger inside me can take no more.The frustration, the misery and pain,Driving me crazy...turning me insane,Escaping away, do i have what it needs??And finally i accept the things the way they are,trying to live, trying to bear...!!