Sweet Sixteen

Today I turned sixteen,
but this day is not so sweet,
I just can't handle this life,
I just can't handle all the deceit.

I hope my mom will come clean,
by the time I turn seventeen.
She's been lieing to me all these years,
if only she saw all my tears.

Tears of worry for her well being,
Tears of anger for her not seeing,
Tears of regret for me not saying,
That I don't like this game I am playing.

I just want to be normal,
like all my friends at school.
Am I asking to much of life?
I dare ask to be cool.

My father left when I was two,
He left me so very blue.
He said he would be back for me.
He promised he would set me free.

I love him very much,
But something isn't right.
I now feel only anger.
I want him to atleast fight.

Turning sixteen isn't so sweet,
for those who hide behing a sheet.
I just don't want to get beat,
I don't want last year to repeat.