Bubbles

I want to ask why every single day
For what reason do you put me through this
As a child I begged it would be okay
But over the years your hate still exists
How do you think I feel when I’m alone
Sitting at the park looking at others
Constantly running away from that home
Seeing little kids holding on to their mothers
I’m sick of the screams sick of the mind games
I won’t stand it anymore this is hell
I’m done with you I’m putting out the flames
But I question you before my farewell
Are you the reason for the tears I cry
Answer me I’m your daughter I ask why