Stuck in this room
My stepfather punishes me
Take everything away
Just a piece of paper and a pen
Four walls and a bed
Be creative they said
Just 4 more years until you’re 18
I hate this place
I have nothing to do but ponder
I hit myself
I have no life
This place is boring
I want to runaway
They cannot hurt me
More than I can hurt myself
I hit my head again
I loathe the man that put me here
Drew his picture with this cheap pen
Made him uglier than when he drinks beer
Cut open his heart stuck the knife in
Drops of blood trickle down on the page
His blood that permeates the room
Big fat bully of man always in a fit of rage
Parents ask why the gloom
Pay for hobby then take it away
Why? I did nothing
For you to treat me this way
I am just a teen
You took away my black clothes
And let me wear just black socks
Oh how fair that is
And now you cut my locks
That really wants to make me change
How I want to be good now
I want to leave this place
And sneak out the window
You took my posters off the wall
Of skulls and skeletons death and hell
For years I was mad
And never yelled
Parents wanted to get into my head
So we had talks
But I never spoke
My thoughts and words buried
Just like the knife I drew in his heart
Why did mom re-marry?
Leave me alone
Let me be
One day I’ll be gone
You will have to set me free
