Hmmm...

Is this who I ever dreamt of?

I became a stranger within myself

All I ever asked for was a father

Who cares and whom I could confide

But instead I became the father to

Seven at seventeen.

With no one to talk to

I became the listener of my own tales

So sad no one understands me,

Sadness was no longer a stranger but

Instead it became my happiness

Happiness became a bad memory

The more I remembered the more

Angered I get as it was all nothing but false hope that makes you weak.

Will I ever smile again?

This was all I asked for....