Parental Guidance

I've never really had a "family:
my only shoulder to cry on would be my own
"mom" and "dad" were two words that rarely crossed my mind
They were meaningless; a meager part of my life

Father used to come home late
He'd kick off his shoes and sit on his worn chair
I;d give him a meaningful " Hello"
but his response was not to my liking

a scarlet handprint lines my face
a tear rolls down my hot, burning cheek
I think to myself "what have I done ?!"
Yet somehow I know.... it's all my fault

sprawler out on my floor, I scream out in pain
I can feel my heart beat, deep inside my skull
this pounding, this rhythm is to MY sad song
I don't know why I expected any different

just another day at home i guess...............