Stuck in the middle.
Not a good place to be.
I’m still only little,
And this is hurting me.

I knew the sun would rise,
That one day he’d be gone.
Because I saw through all his lies,
I saw he was a con.

But it doesn’t change the sadness
Of how I feel inside.
It doesnt change the darkness
Of the place I went when he died.

Usually I’m upbeat
And like to sing and shout,
Not curled up in a seat
Wanting to just get out.

You see, my parents separated.
But not by ordinary means.
You see, my life is separating.
Bursting at the seams.