A poem. From the perspective of a neglected child. OK, this is for a fanfic that I will be posting soon- for Twilight. Basically, prologue. (The stanzas are every four lines.)
Momma, why?
Momma, what'd I do?
That made you turn away
Did I upset you in some way?
Or was I not supposed to smile?
Momma, it's dark in here
I can't see anything
I can't heard anyone coming,
Or find your face in this dark
Momma, where are you?
Why did you have to go?
I've been good, you see
As good as you wanted me
Momma, where are they taking me?
You're yelling, so it must be bad
But then why are you turning away again
Won't you at least watch me go?
Momma, this place is strange
There are people everywhere I don't know
And they keep trying to talk to me
But you told me to not make a sound
Momma, who are these people?
Why do they look so strange?
What is that look on their faces
That seems too good to be true?
Momma, I'm so scared
They keep poking and prodding me
But you told me to not make a sound
And I'm being good, see?
Momma, they say you were bad
To treat me the way you did
But, Momma, if you hadn't
I'd be in a worse place
Momma, why didn't you tell me?
That Daddy was gone forever
And that you were sick in the head
Is that why you never hugged me?
Momma, I can speak now
And the light is finally showing
Why didn't you ever tell me
That the world was worth knowing?
All you ever said
Was that the world was a horrible place
So I should be quiet and not make a sound
Unless I wanted you to be mad
Momma, I understand now
Why you did what you did
You did it because you didn't love me, Momma
I kinda always knew you didn't
Momma, it's time to go now
I know you won't shed a tear
My happiness was never a concern of yours
But rest assured, I'll be happier there.
The girl this poem is 'by' is fictional, rest assured- her name is Syl, and the end of the poem is when she finds a new home.