Broken

Everyone thinks my life is perfect,
I live like everything is alright.
I wish I couldn't recollect, (like um...remember!)
Because all we do is fight.

I know there are kids with it a lot worse,
but this tears me up inside.
I just want to curse.
When somethings happens I just run & hide.

Everything that happens is my fault,
he can never take the blame.
I want to put this to a hault.
cause I'm always put to shame.

There isn't much more to say.
I'm tired of my parents ways.
I cry everyday.
Now I'm going to go lay.
While I'm broken & feel like I'm going to fray.