Every night when I come home,
I’m always feel so cold and alone.
I have no life outside of school,
Not like my mates that hang ‘round the mall.
No one at school knows the trouble I’m in,
It hurts me to think that I eat food from a bin.
Mum spends the money drinking and smoking,
We need money and I’m not joking.
It’s me that clean the house every day,
My friends have cleaners I can’t afford the pay.
I’m bottom of the class in all I do,
I feel so bad for my sisters are too.
My mum comes home and I get a beating,
for we have no food to be eating.
But if I had a chance to move to a family better than this,
I think I’d better give it a miss!
