Eye of the Storm

I am standing in the eye of the storm waiting for this battle to end
Looking around but I find no friends
Feeling the blood run through my veins but that's where it ends
because in the end.... by myself is where I have always been
A distant father and overbearing mother....
A mother that never took time to care about getting to know me
because she is wallowing in her own pain of unfortunate endings
And her attention is for my younger siblings
A father that never wanted me....
Born into a life of short ended sticks
A fragile little soul....whisked away with the wind
Searching for love in men
never to find it in the end....
As the thunder grows louder my wall gets taller
When the hour wines down....
My pain cries out but as lightening strikes
the world hears no sound....
So I am a girl that stands in the middle of the crowd
All alone in the eye of her storm....
Speaking often but never saying a word