"I'm Going"

Standing in the kitchen, her backpack beside her on the floor
"I'm going" she said fiercley, and headed for the door
Her daddy leaning on the counter with a beer in his hand
Said, "you do that hunny," and took a swig out of the can
Her mother on the couch, past her time of thrills
Said, "wait, before you go, pass me that bottle of pills."
Storming out of the kitchen, and stopping in the hall
She said, "soon you're gonna miss me," and she kicked the wall
She put on her winter coat and paused by the door
She called, "its your last change to love me, or you won't see me anymore"
On the lawn she stopped, turned around and yelled
"I'm gone, by the way. You can start crying now."
Through the kitchen window, her dad waved instead of cried
She turned towards the street, fire raging in her eyes

She said "I'm gonna make them sorry,
I'm gonna making them pay.
One day they'll find they miss me,
and on that day I'll turn away.
I'm going now and I'll find somewhere to be loved
And when they come lookign for me i'll say,
'Too late, I'm gone.'"

At the end of her street, she didn't know which way to turn
The despair suddenly grabbed her, and she sat down on the curb
Alone, hungry, sad, and not 100 feet from home
She realized the biting truth, that she had nowhere to go
And then it hit her young mind, as only these thoughts could
If even her parents didn't love her, then nobody ever would
But she knew there were people out there, a mommy and a dad
That would love her and buy her things, things her parents never had

She said "I'm gonna make them sorry,
I'm gonna making them pay.
One day they'll find they miss me,
and on that day I'll turn away.
I'm going now and I'll find somewhere to be loved
And when they come lookign for me i'll say,
'Too late, I'm gone.'"

Still sitting on the sidewalk, doubts running through her brain
She turned around and started off, back down the way she came
Up the street, and through the yard
In the front door, into the hall
Shedding her coat, and wiping her shoes
She said, "I'm giving you one last chance to prove-"
"Prove what?" said her dad, "I knew you'd be back"
"Go to bed," her mom moaned, "or do you want a smack?"
Tears streaming down her face, her foot stomping on the floor
She said, "ok i'm going," and headed once more for the door
They paid no attention, they knew she'd return
She knew it too, though it made her heart burn

What was it that kept her, from going away?
What was it that made her stay?
Though her heart was neglected, and her parents didn't care,
The hearts that really needed loving, were theirs.

The End


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