Children on Swingsets

It's getting hard to bear
it's very hard to watch
the beauty of how they care
and the love i never got

everyday i saw it
little girls with no fears
they get pushes on the swings
and I'd sit in tears

mom's and dad's always there
never missed a day
with mine, all i remember
is being in their way

taking care of my brother
i learned to be a mom
but my temper was explosive
like a ticking time bomb

they were never there
i started doing things alone
i got used to not seeing them
not even a talk on the phone

people pretend they know
or have a clue whats going on
but they have no idea
I've been waiting for so long

i wanted them to be there
when i need a helping hand
or have a family vacation
and play in the sand

how can't they see it
the feelings grow so strong
from the way i act or dress
or those emo songs

can't you see i hate it
i can't take it anymore
theres times that i could
just punch through a door

you expect me to be good
that act gets really old
you know thats not me
I'm not weak, I'm bold

it hurts to watch these kids
with parents who care so much
mine weren't even there
to make my lunch

i cooked and i cleaned
morning faded to night
but soon enough i realized
it wasn't worth the fight

you can't change it
or re-live the past
all i want is
it all to be over fast.