People see me as a freak,
It's not my fault that i am weak,
The damp wood is everywhere,
My room looks so bare,
Raindrops in the sky,
While wind is passing by,
Wood scraping is the only sound,
Until dad comes in and makes me down,
My hand under the table tapping with many nerves,
I can hear the crackling of the fire as it burns,
Why did dad have to make me mad?,
Why did dad have to make me so sad?.
While I am alone in this room
I feel devastation and doom,
In this cabin made of wood,
I feel like nothing and am no good,
The silence is deafening ,
I need to get out,
Although all the kids will laugh and shout,
Why dad?
Now I am mad,
Now I am sad.
People call me a freak
My dad says I'm unique
But I know he's trying to cheer me up
Since he uses it every week
Everyday is lonely
Everyday is dark
I have not seen the outside world
I have not seen a park
He has locked me up in chains
Because I look like this
He says going out into the open is a very big risk
Dad I want to be normal. I want a normal life. Not just people laughing at me .
They even use me when they are angry to make them laugh.
I have always been used after I wake up.
I just want to be normal. Since birth I am chained up like a dog in the dark alone.
Dad I have skills with wood. Let the world see what I can do.
Please show it to the world.