So where were you that night I was conceived?

Was it a bar,

Or was it the street?

How did it happen?

Too many Pills,

Or too much to drink?

How did you feel when you found out about me?

Were you Happy or sad?

Or did you want to kill me?

Like four others you had.

Why aren't you the mother I need?

Do you hate me?

Or are you just too busy?

What did I do to make you leave?

And why are you so blind,

That you can't see,

The pain that you've caused me.

I needed you there to soothe my wounds,

And I wanted you there to watch cartoons. . .

But you weren't there,

And I'm sorry to say,

You never will be.

Why?