Being a Kid

It’s not fair, me being a kid,
I’m caught in a jar with an unbreakable lid.
Nobody listens, it’s like I’m not here,
Pay some attention to me; do I make my self clear?

My sister doesn’t care,
And my brother’s hardly ever there.
What about Mum? She’s always at work,
And listen to my Dad he’s going berserk!

I have nobody to talk to, not even a friend.
Nobody to hang around with every weekend.
I just sit in my room curled up in bed with a book.
The characters in them don’t even spare me a look.

School is so hard; I’m the but of all jokes,
If anything good happens, it’s often just a hoax.
The teachers all hate me; and it’s just getting worse,
I don’t take reports home, all the excuses I have to rehearse.

There’s not much money and what we make dad spends on booze,
When mum brings it up she’s left with a bruise.
I think that he’s leaving; he’s packing his stuff,
He wasn’t much help any way; life is still rough.

My sister is pregnant, my brother’s on drugs,
Mum has been sacked: when I ask why she just shrugs.
I have left school, I’m now working full time,
It’s the only money my family gets none of it’s mine.

The house is gone; we can’t afford to stay,
We sold all the furniture; it was going to waste anyway.
That got us some money but it didn’t go very far,
My brother took half, along with mum’s car.

We bought a tent with the furniture money,
We’ve been camping in paddocks and it’s been anything but sunny.
What’s left of my family has been going for days without food,
The money I make gets us this stuff that looks pre-chewed.

My sister’s baby is due any day,
She screams at mum “I don’t want it this way!”
Her boyfriend, the father took off when he found out.
We haven’t seen him since; I always thought he was a lout.

I don’t know how long I can stand it, but my family needs me here,
As soon as the baby comes I’m going leave them I fear.
The pain and suffering will not be there,
I won’t have to help my family, I won’t have to care.

I don’t know how I’ll do it, as long as it is quick,
If I could get a gun, that would do the trick.
I still think it’s unfair being a kid,
Hang on I’ve got it! I’ll suffocate myself in a jar with an unbreakable lid.