The Outsiders aren't mine.
Steve's poem in his POV
Dad, I tried to talk,
But all you did was mock.
At night, my pillow is damp,
You're drunk, you just broke the lamp.
I know you'll blame it on me,
You'll yell, tell me to flee.
I leave for a day,
I stay out of your way.
Then you say you want me back,
The problem is, money you lack.
You use my own five bucks,
That's just my luck.
I didn't want to turn mean,
It's just every thing I've seen.
It's your fault, you did this,
If I left, I wouldn't be missed.
You didn't care that I saw my friend die,
You just pretended to say 'Oh my.'
I pretend that you don't give me the chills,
But you do, and it really kills.