I'll be what i want to Be

I cry yet wonder,
What I did to deserve,
A mother who does not care,
And friends who just seem to perve,

Why people call my house,
And make up lies,
Get me into trouble,
Time after time,

This morning I was going to leave,
This house and these people be hind,
But that would hurt so much more,
My family and friends so kind,

So as I sit hear and think,
What will happen tomorrow?
Maybe I’ll be accused of murder,
More lies to put my life in sorrow,

I feel I have no one to talk to,
As if I’m person, who does not exist,
I’ve been trying so hard lately,
Not to slit my wrists,

I was doing well,
Until these calls and voices came to me,
Mental pictures and hallucinations,
Of the life of mine to be,

All this girl wants to do is sing,
But because of her mother all she'll,
Become is possible a house cleaner,
Or maybe a taxi driver on wheels,

All these little problems add up,
But one I’ll be what and where I want to be,
On stage with a microphone in my hands,
I’ll be a girl finally free.

©Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on July 7th, 2005