The beginning

(This is my story
this is my past
everything I wanted
was skipped and surpassed
this is my story
this is my past
everything I had
would never last)

I lost my father
to a crime in disguise
when he returned
it was him I despised
I blame him
his fault or not
cause he gave up
he never fought

*this is why I hate
I have alot to say
Just cant find words to explain
the reasons for my disdain*

(....)

my mother became distant
dont know truth but what I felt
but atleast she always tried
I know she deserves no guilt
trying to stay occupied
to fend off the hurt
that rappidly built
until the truth was finaly split

*....*
(....)

we are all bemused by fairytales
chasing them leads to new trails
If onlt we knew what the end entails
continueing on without the details
just to find what the end unveils
hoping our happiness will preveil