Arlie x

I'm writing to vent my frustration
And to inform you there's not one but two sides of information,
to every story..
Opinions ..
And just because you heard one side,
Does that mean it's gospel or set in stone..
Does that mean my side
Or my story should be overthrown ?

I'm not sure that your aware,
But this day and age of equal rights
You should realise that that's unfair..
But i dont think you do ..
I think you've heard a pack of lies and listened to desperate deceitful cries,
and made up your mind..
But what about me
Do you not think I have a story to tell..
Do you not think I can talk about my living hell,
The one i had to endure..
Does it not ever make you wonder why I left..
Yes 'I' left..
And If i was so bad or did so wrong
I wouldn't have left
I'd have been thrown out,
gone ..
But I wasn't...

Do you not remember what i did for you..
Making you breakfast
I'd take you to school...
Id pick you up..
And try to cook,
Dinner wasnt always the best as I couldn't cook,
but I tried..
I was no way perfect but i done my best to provide,
But more than that I looked after you..

From Taking you to clubs,
Or football at school,
it was me,
and it hurts that
You just can't see,
that I did everything for you..
From the time I woke you till the time i put you to bed..
Covered you up
A kiss on the head..
It was me..

I spent every minute of every day that i could playing with you,
But you've believed what you've been told
To believing what's true..
And quite frankly,
That's down to you...

I'm not perfect,
I've made mistakes,
But I know I can hold my head up high,
I know if I don't ever hear from you again before I die,
I did all I can for you..

And I wish you nothing but the best,
Coz your my Arlie and always will be.
It's just a shame you can't open your eyes
You just can't see,
That theres two sides of information
To every story x