I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years.
I am made to eat this horrid porridge.
They box me on the ears.
How often I vow to flee, to go.
But this is the only home I know.
My stammered speech, my one suitcase,
My Orphanage, My hateful place.
Like that case, this place I carry
Inside of me.
It's not so very heavy for a stocky child.
They said my mama's loose.
They said she was wild.
Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw.
My strange and puffy moon-like face,
My Orphanage,
My hateful place.
My stringy hair, my lack of grace,
My Orphanage,
My hateful place.
I could have been lucky like them
Happy families
Look in my
Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see:
The downcast glance, the empty embrace
Of my orphanage,
My hateful place.
I'm an evil thing.
I am way full of something
That was left by the side of the road.
I am chipped, curly-lipped.
Never any kindness was shown.
No one else is here,
My Orphanage, My Dear.
It's in me. It's a part.
My Orphanage, My Heart.
1 | Wish You Were Here |
2 | Tourniquet |
3 | A Retinue Of Moons |
4 | A Quitter |
5 | Saline the Salt Lake Queen |
6 | Draconian Crackdown |
7 | Choose Me for Champion |
8 | Our Lies |
9 | Rats |
10 | When I Was A Young Girl |