Fade

My skin is brown.
My heart is sore.
She doesn't understand my words.
Or how much it hurts.
When she says she doesn't care if I cry.
She can't see me as her child, only her mistake.
I don't blame her.
Because I ruined her chance to be great.
So tell me what would you do if you were in my place?
Take it, or runaway.
I try and I don't succeed.
If I don't make her happy she hates me.
And when she looks at me with her eyes.
I can feel the hared she has for me deep inside.
It burns.
I am still hiding scars from months ago.
Secret pill bottles she can never know.
Can it just be me making this up in my mind?
I mean she can't really hate me, I'm her child, right?
But my heart and my soul tell me that is a lie,
I can't say that I will be okay.
All I can do now is fade.