Without a Face, Do I Still Exist?
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I am dead
Can you guess who?
I was conceived on a bed
Created by two
Lies like "I love you" were said
But then the rubber broke too.
A month went by and it became a dread
As no bloody period came through.
She took a test and with the mistakes she led
She was going to be eating for two.
But when he skipped out before they could wed
She whispered to me, "I don't want you."
With a voice so small, I tried to stop her, but she ignored everything I said
Because her mind was made up and there was nothing I could do.
My home became treacherous as my life hung by a thread
She was in a lot of pain; it was not an easy thing to go through.
Although, I told her, "I'd love her till the end."
I knew I wasn't enough because I always made her blue.
The only thing she ever gave me were tears that she shed
Convinced that I was nothing but a "what" instead of a "who."
Now, the "who" disappeared and the "what" was left unsaid
She kept me as her dirty little secret; a burden that my pops never knew.
This is my story, it needed to be said.
Now that you've heard, can you still guess who?