KaterinaBelikova

When I Cry you cannot hear me you turn your back and walk away When I try to grab you hand you only push us away when i do well in school like you want me to you say "good job" and walk away When I'm at school im pushed around i hear stories thaat are about you they are horrible stories When I walk past those ladies on the street they say "that poor child, she needs a better mom." When I hear them I hold my head high I do not care their words mean nothing I only care about you When I come in the door closes behind I run to see you but you dont see me When I walk away I do not say "I hate you mom, Why cant you l