Alone and waiting...

Alone and waiting...

Alone...
All alone
What did I do wrong?
Do my Mom and Dad hate me?
It seems like they don’t want me around,
but yet they picked me to be in their house.
Everyday that I wake up I cry like and endless river,
day in and day out it hurts to hear them yell and scream at me.
My stomach sits with the feeling of one-thousand
medicine balls had been dropped in it.
If they don’t want me why don’t they say so?
Everyday I look at them I feel like they want to tell me,
I’m worthless and won’t live up to anything.
Just one day I hope...
Just one day I pray...
Just one day I have faith...
That I will be taken out of this place and put where someone wants me,
they will be there for me and love me for who I am.
For now I just will wait because I know God
has a plan and its worth waiting for.