TRASH

God,
May I ask? 
why?
Am I?
being treated
lower than trash 
yeah
and it hurts
like glass to the heart 
But did i?
play a part
to make it start
yeah, 
by stoppin' my 
guard
or believing 
every lie
that people 
reply
or 
fake cry 
to me 
but Father
If I am 
your daughter
How can?
this be
yeah 
me hangin'
from a tree
emotionally 
for the whole world 
to see 
by way of ...
cerebral palsy