I always wondered what you were thinking.
When you looked into my eyes.
I always felt like I was sinking.
Did you mean to make me cry?
Why were you never there,
when I had my face drowning in my hands?
Why did you never teach me,
what it was like to be a man?
Was it something that I did or said,
to make you turn away?
Did you know that at times I wished I was dead,
because of the things you would say?
And because I didn't use the hand,
you used to sign your name.
You yelled at me to use the other,
and made me feel such shame.
But never did I once see,
compassion in your eyes.
So I took that what you gave to me,
and buried it deep inside.
