A/n Hey, This my first post on here so please give me your opinion about it. Anyway hope you like it! Also I guess it's a poem, for anyone of your choice.
The Question in My Mind.
As a sit here thinking what went wrong, was it my fault?
.I'm not so sure anymore who's fault it was.
I wonder what its going to be like going from house to house. Would Christmas be split, will me and my siblings be split, will they move, were would I go? With my mom , my dad?
Sometimes I think maybe, just maybe it's my fault. It is my fault! If I hadn't asked for that money it wouldn't have started that fight...that fight.
So ugly... Screaming, throwing, swinging.
So much glass. Was it my fault?
Mom says it all the time... my fault, I'm useless, stupid, or at lest that's what she says when the bottle is around.
Dad? Dad doesn't even talk to me not unless its necessary... Maybe it is my fault?
Four Years Later
Mom Didn't come home, the baby's crying. We have no food, no money.
I have to take care of my siblings, I'm only 12... I think, I feel much older.
Now looking back it wasn't my fault. It was the drugs, my Mom did. The mistresses my Dad had. It was life's fault. And we all played a part in its sick game.
But when your told something enough times you start to believe it... so in the question in my mind is... Was it my fault?
Maybe, just maybe it is my fault.