Life. Poem by Dislocated Heart

Whatever I do, I can never make you happy.
I can plea and beg..
I can wish.. and hope..
but the next day..
you'll tell me how much you hate looking at my face.

How you wish you had another kid.
What you'd change bout me.
Telling me I'm adopted,
or just damn useless.

I'm a no good.. S.o.b
You rather have a piece of pork than me.
rather given birth to a dog than a child like me.

When I was little..
I asked god.. Why?
What have I done wrong?
did I deserve this?
I believed so..

then I grew up..
and realized..
I just wasnt good enough..
not for my parents.. cuz they think I'm dumb.

Hopefully.. soon..
I could get outta this hell hole..
and live the life I dream of..