Eyes of a Hopeless Child

I may be small, and may be weak. I may be an unknowing child, but who are you to speak? You push me around in my head, you make me feel sad. And when someone defeats your purpose of me, you seem really mad. Why is it I even try? Why is it I attempt to live? Mommy and Daddy sure wouldn't care. They tell me I don't exist. They brush past me in the hallway, not acknowledging that I am there. Daddy refuses to build things with me, Mommy avoids brushing my hair. When will I be visible? When can I be seen? When will I be someone? When can I just be me? I ask my self these questions, and run through curiosity most of the time. I even dream of when life can truly be labeled as mine. I'm the weakling at school and the prosperity at home. Why do you put me through all this? I shouldn't be labeled as your own. You don't deserve me, therefore, you honestly shouldn't care. So maybe I should finally come out, and finally should share. Share where I've been, and share who you are. Share about these cruel people, who left me with these gruesome scars. You say you love me, you tell me I'm yours, but why is it Mommy and Daddy, you make me feel so poor? I'm sick of these childish games, I'm sick of this hurt. So don't bother trying to stop me, don't even ask if I am sure. Yes I am sure, or else I wouldn't be leaving. Don't play your stupid mind tricks, because it's me you wont being seeing, the one you don't care about. The 'it' that lurks around these corners. You act as if I'm still making all of your lives harder. Yes, goodbye Mommy and Daddy, or as I should say, "So long heartless people, your wishes are granted. I'm gone." I may be small, and I may be weak. I may be an unknowing child, but who are you to speak? You push me around in my head, you make me feel sad, but wait a second, take a look around. Seems as if you're the ones who turn out to be bad.