The Questions unanswered

The Questions unanswered.

I think of that dark dreary place,

When I am afraid and low sprited

And still the questions unanswered

Of why, why were we four locked away?

Hidden away from the outside world.

When I think of that person who was deceitful

And who smiled when she told us lies

My heart grows large and fills with hate.

That person is the one whom we all should have

And all four admired always in our hearts.

That woman who was , but to me no longer.

Our mother.

This is about the V. C Andrews book

FLOWERS IN THE ATTIC.