Child

I am a child who always felt alone, wishing for a loving family.
Mum was always ill, dad was always surly and I got treated so dreadfully.

Mum would "have a cup of tea, a Bex and a good lie down."
I shared mud pies with me, myself and I, and we ended up grey, black and brown.
I climbed trees wanting to feel supreme.
All I heard was my mum scream.

I didn't know that the things I did were so wrong.
All I wanted was company and to get along.
It was impossible to be a good girl when the rules unknowingly changed.
I sure found out when my dad became deranged.

So I withdrew into my own little world.
But this also was wrong when I sat there curled.
I was scared to utter one single word.
And still more abuse came and things became blurred.

What chance did I have with the parents I had?
All I wanted was a loving mum and dad.
So now I know it was not me who was bad.
But I still feel oh so very sad.