I find it funny
That I raised myself
From the cradle
To the grave.
I never got a chance to be a baby.
I find it funny
That my mom missed my birthday,
And she’s never home anymore
Because she told me that she
Can’t stand how miserable she is
Living here with me and my brother and my dad.
I find it funny that my brother
Never hugged me, never told me he loved me.
When I needed him, he conveniently disappeared
To drink with his friends.
When I was afraid,
When I was cold,
When I was crying,
You left me alone.
I never got a chance to be a baby,
And I’ll never forgive you for that.