Why I struggle

You say I'm the bad kid,
The one that makes you sad.
I'm the reason you are ill,
The one you wish you never had.

Well I'm sorry for all the pain I caused,
I'm sorry you feel that way.
I'm sorry you feel the need to beat me,
Until I can't find the words I wanted to say.

You vent your anger through your fists,
And it's me they land onto.
I fight you back because I have to Dad,
I struggle because I love you.

I know when Mum died it broke your heart,
But remember, she was something to me too.
It hurts you to think about her,
But it hurts me too.

I know there's no love in there for me,
That is where your love will always lack.
But please Dad, stop hitting me
Before I stop struggling back.