Scard

by TylersBabyGirl   Jun 6, 2007


I'm scard to live with my dad
when he gets mad.
He starts throwing
things to get his anger out.
According to my dad
I can't own anything
because I mess up everything.
I can't stand it anymore,
I just wanna walk right out the door,
feeling like nobody cares,
but one person who dares
to be near will help me
along the way.

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