I’m part of a dying breed,
A lost soul from cursed seeds,
I’m forced to pay for their deeds.
No matter how many barriers I break,
I’ll always be just a mistake.
A mistake, a screw up.
I made a name for myself and blew up.
I was born a bastard child and
live my life reckless and wild.
It’s tough to go on when no one needs you,
Irresponsible adults leave it up to someone else to feed you.
Life is Hell and you think the pills will free you,
A letter to my parents, I don’t even want to see you.
No matter how many pills I take,
I’ll always be your mistake.
Living tumultuous tales of terrifying torment,
My anger is awe-inspiring and awaits acknowledgment, and lies dormant.
Everyday I see their faces in the mirror,
I hear them laugh and things come clear.
Laughing at my frustration,
My hesitation…
Cackling at all the bad things I do,
I hate myself more and more knowing that I’m becoming like you.
If I saw you I don’t think I could even smile,
Or even pretend that things are okay for a while.
I walked alone, mile after mile,
Even if I had your number I wouldn’t dial.
Even with child you tried suicide,
A part of me was lost; a part of me died.
It must have been my heart,
I’ve been destined to fail from the start.
Who cares?
I’m just a bastard.
Be your own master,
I survive through every disaster.
Why did this happen?
I wouldn’t even ask her.
Parents,
I don’t even know them.
When I become something, I’ll show them.
When I attract evil stares,
Just think, I’m a bastard, and no one cares.
My anger flashes and flares,
If she really wanted me dead she should have fallen down some stairs.
Why even bother with crack?
You screwed up this bastard black.
Mile after mile I walk,
I’d go through Hell a thousand times before we ever talk,
Forever reckless and wild,
I’m just a bastard child.

 
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