Disowned

Disowned

I hate for how I feel, my feelings run deep.

I dread with how I act, my actions don't sleep.

All this pain weighs in my soul,

I try to escape each day.

When I think I've found a hole,

I get stuck every day.

For these decisions are my own to make,

my very possible future mistakes.

For every direction that I choose,

I needst not worry about your abuse.

So take me as I am,

for what I am

and what I do,

don't make me choose,

between me and you,

because it hurts me losing you.

 Family, through death we lose.

Family, through birth we gain.

So how do I describe my pain,

with each decision that you choose,

leaves us both with a loss, suffering and pain.