My Step Mother

Not being able to express the things I hate,
Truthfully dad I don't mean to aggravate,
But I've been silent- feeling like a stranger at home.
I'm sick of dealing with my feelings all alone.

The feeling of not being able to get out a thought,
And you cant even pretend that it was me she had taught.
She'd move back and forth, she's finally here for good,
Still to this day, to her, I'm still misunderstood.

A young child she did not have to bare.
She never even wanted kids so how could she care?
Long days alone with speech of negativity,
And the one who had to get used to change, was me.

An unknowing child at 12 years old,
Without a mother figure, left to feel the cold.
I watched as you catered- favored her,
And she'd listen to my mistakes in pieces and spurs.

Never once an objection or guidance,
As I get older the feeling grows more tense.
I can't pretend like it doesn't bother,
That you treat her better than my mother.

Needless to say I never wanted to feel this way,
That's what happens when you live with a cold shoulder each day.
I'm sorry for letting out my feelings after all this mess,
I'm sorry for making you take her side and stress...