The sun sets
and the moon rises.
With it, my fears
of those bitter tears.
He works all day
but is hardly paid.
A bottle drowns sadness
but brings out madness.
Mother died
bringing new life.
Little sister is my light.
For her, I must fight.
Eight years of terrors.
He blames me for everything.
Better it be me
and he let sister be.
Secrets reveiled
with mother's last breath.
He is not my dad
and this is very bad.
Everynight I must pay
for mother's betrayal.
Through bottle, angers gained.
Then later, begins my pain.
Jessie Hopkins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bitter-life-2/
