Apple of my Mother's Eye

I sit on the ground with blood on my face, he hit me again, why am I such a disgrace? I try so hard to make you happy, but that dream just won't come true. Happiness is a lie, that's what I believe, I've never felt anything but pain. I watch kids dance around and sit on their father's shoulders, why can't that be me I ask. The only answer I get is another smack. As I grow, life only gets worse, I look like the woman that made him like this. He screams at me using her name and throws me in the wall hoping she can feel all the pain. As I look in the mirror, there's no way to deny I am the apple of my mother's eye. I try to fix it by taking this razor to my face, but I didn't think this through...I'm bleeding to death