Neglect

by Jessica Jacobs
(Belize city, belize)

I listen as they scream and they shout,
I ask myself why is my life so difficult?
I want to yell,
I feel like I'm in hell!

Trying to fill my life with happiness as each day goes by,
but the yelling and fighting continues so why do I bother try?

I sometimes wonder if they ever have us in mind,
to stop and wonder if we're fine.
To think of how we may feel,
but no they don't it's like their hearts are made of steel!