Countdown

I was only conceived
To solve a fight
I wasn't ever wanted
And I'm still not today.
Every day my parents fighting
Would lock me in my room crying
Scared not knowing
What was happening to my mom.
Things went like this until I was 12
When my mom told my dad goodbye.
He tried to win her back
She always said no.
I finally found the good in my life.
Then withing a few months
My life turned back into hell.
Five years went by feeling this way,
My mom started dating.
She always put him first,
His daughter too.
She would spend the night
And would not let us know.
We grew apart, further and further
Apart.
Now they're getting married,
And we moved in with him.
Since his daughter moved out
They've tried to tum me into her,
But I'm nothing like her,
Infact complete opposites.
They don't accept who I am,
My life is worse than before.
Now the countdowns begun
To when I can use the gun

3-2-1...my life is done