You have chosen with the roll of your dice,
You heart as you did it was cold as ice,
You have a favorite and it’s him you have taken,
It is nice to know it is me you have forsaken,
Let him break the law,
You beat my heart raw,
You spare his rod day by day,
Leave wages for me to pay,
He smiles at me knowing he is the child with power,
If he doesn’t get his way he will hurt me with no cower,
You’d watch your angel do it,
And one day you will rue it,
I tried and still try to get your love,
For that I would need help from above,
Like fruit is soul spoils and will rot,
My temper boils a this sick thought,
Wait until he is a teenager,
He will be your scariest danger,
Why should I be good if all I get are these punishments?
For this I will forever and ever feel resentments,
I will not stay,
To watch you pay,
You will not see me get married,
Nor children I will have carried,
When all has been said,
To me you are dead,
You watched me and helped him time after time as I cry and almost dye,
You used to get to see my tears but now only I see myself cry,
For this my gift to you I will leave without so much of a goodbye.
