What am I gonna do?
I can't, my family will
Shun me if they know,
I was never meant to be an early mother.
I can't take care of this little baby,
I wouldn't wish an unwanting home upon him.
I wouldn't want him to grow up scorned
By his grandparents, aunts and uncles.
I get bad looks in the street,
Judging glares and muffled snickers
And those who raise their noses,
Act like they're above me.
They wouldn't be laughing if I were a man.
My best friends left,
They couldn't take the strain of
Me and my pregnant body,
So different from theirs.
I'm so alone,
It's not like the father would help me anyways.
I had dreams,
Dreams I now have to put on hold to care
For this thing inside my torso,
And everyone I used to know stares
At the unfortunate girl who had
To quit high school, who dreamed of becoming a lawyer.
The doctor says I'm a monster,
But I know how it is to grow up in foster care
(nobody wants you) and I wouldn't wish that
For a baby I can't take care of (i can't pay the rent, i'm not prepared)
I know what I have to do, he can't feel it anyways.
It's gone, I'm empty,
Don't think I took pleasure in doing this,
I would take him if I could.
I was scared,
And the fake abortion clinics who took my pants,
Made me listen as they lured me in and called me the devil
Why does a young (too young to be a mother, i can't do it)
Girl have to go through that?