Sometimes I Get Angry But I Am Still Me

©LaDena Campbell aka justateacher

Sometimes I get angry

I just don’t know why

I don’t know how to control it

Words and sometimes things just fly

Even though I am only eight

I have been in five homes so far

When I was only three

I saw dad hit mom with the car

When I was four Mom died

Dad was taken to jail

That’s when I went to home number three

There were secrets there I couldn’t tell

When I started school I found

I wasn’t like the other kids

I didn’t have time for games

Like all of them did

I had to come and work

Clean up after everyone

I couldn’t go to bed

‘Til every chore was done

When I was six and in first grade

I went to the doctor with a broken arm

I wish I could have told him

That it was my foster mom that did the harm

After that I just quit caring

Didn’t do what anyone said

I decided then and there

That I would be better off dead

Now I am always angry

I throw things when I am mad

I don’t let anyone get too close

Don’t show anyone when I’m sad

It’s easier to be mad

Then let someone think I care

‘Cuz the minute that I need someone

Is the minute they are not there…