Sometimes,

I cry,

In my sleep.

But you,

Wouldn't know,

You,

Wouldn't care.

Do you know,

How much pain,

You've caused,

Me,

Over the years?

Do you know,

How many times,

I've hidden,

My tears,

From you?

Of course,

You don't,

You wouldn't,

Care.

All I am,

To you,

I just,

Another,

Mouth,

To feed.

All those,

Restless nights,

Screaming,

Shouting,

Hoping,

For you,

To come,

Like any other,

Parent would.

But you,

Never once,

Came over,

And told me,

That it was,

Alright.

That everything,

Would be,

Just fine.

Instead,

In the morning,

You complain,

About what,

Little sleep,

You had,

Because,

Of me.

And,

Everyday,

You would,

Find something,

New,

That you,

Hate bout me.

And you tell me,

That I'm wrong,

That I'm stupid.

And you don't,

Know what,

Those words,

Do to me.

Do you?