BORN..WHY?

I was Born in the West of Melbourne, in the year of sixty one
and I guess that was the start, yes my life had just begun,
born in a town called Sunshine, on a cold and wintry day,
I don't know why it is called Sunshine, when you rarely see a ray.

My father was a drunkard, and a violent one at that,
he always seemed to treat me, as if I were just a rat,
I had two brothers and three sisters and two had died at birth,
I sometimes envied their deaths, they were lucky to leave this Earth.

A white three bedroom house, with patchy paint on the walls,
a quarter of an acre, so big, and grass four feet tall,
A house filled with demons, of the human kind
filled with Ghosts, that caused me to lose my little mind.

An innocent kid, so tiny and frail,
I stayed in my room and so often I wailed
my father was tough, a hulk of a man,
he drank so much beer out of a can,

my mother was tiny, about four feet ten
and never did I see her, with even one friend,
her life was quite hard, while he was on top
but what happened to me, she seemed not to stop.

I felt like a misfit, an intruder right from the start
like a porcelain dummy, with no beating heart,
lost in a world with no right only wrong
a big giant world where I did not belong.

I got punished for speaking or wetting the bed
with vicious blows that pounded my head,
I got punished for laughing, for talking too much
the punches would start or my throat he would clutch.

My eye would be black, or my mouth filled with blood
and I'd hit the floor with one hell of a thud,
I often missed school, for a day or a week
about all of this horror I was never to speak.

My Father had power and powerful friends
who thought that the sun shone from his rear end,
I had myself, my siblings had gone
to live at their boarding school, where I didn't belong.

But I had my bed and my window to see
and I had my dreams to one day be free,
he nailed it shut, so I'd not escape
and in there I stayed in pretty bad shape.

I prayed for his death, or that of my own
and then I could leave this unhappy home,
but he did not die, while I was still young
so persevere I did with his fists and his tongue.