Whipping Boy
just a small chapter of abuse me and my sisters endured growing up.
When I was growing up, Laws were just too lenient, My mom would beat my sisters, And me, we were convenient, She'd say "your a loser just like your father, I'd cry for help, But no one would bother, I never had a friend, It was just too risky, My mom was just to violent, Mom please put down the whiskey, We all have our stories, This is a small chapter, Imagine growing up, With tears instead of laughter.