Why are you always angry at me Why do I do everything wrong I really try hard to please you, momma I'm sorry that I'm so bad
I wish that you would hug me And tell me that I am good Instead of hitting me all the time Just once I wish that you would
I always try to please you But it's never ever quite right You yell at me and call me names I cry myself to sleep at night
Why does momma always always hit me Why can't I do anything right She yells and swears at all of us Why can't we have one peaceful night
Why didn't God give me a mother who loves me My friends get hugged and kissed I'm just an outcast all alone When it comes to good things, I always get missed
I wish that I could run away But I have no place to hide Momma would go into another rage Sometimes I wish that I had died
I can't tell anyone what goes on I feel so ashamed I don't want anyone to think that I am like her She says that I'm always to blame
What's wrong with me I just want to fit in I want to be wanted I want to be normal
Marge is 62 years old and has been writing all her life. She has published two books and is working on her memoir, Mama's Scapegoat.
