Cold Heart

You say I have a stone cold heart. You say It's hard for me to cry.
You say my stare is full of hate.
You say "your not the same".
Well did you ever come to imagine
that the pain you put me through made me this way? You showed me not to cry, so how else do you want me to show what I feel for you inside. Maybe I might be wrong but only those who have been in my shoes know, that when someone you love hurts you that way, treats you bad, abuses you, and they still have some nerve to ask those stupid questions, Why? How can people be so cruel knowing their your only hope. Taking you in after your mom abandons you, then they still can abuse you physically, mentally, emotionally. Why do these people even exists?