Betrayed 
 
 
 
I always, always, always hate when he gets....
He just cries, 
and cries, 
and cries~ 
 
and throws a big old fit. 
My mother says okay~ 
and I  feel betrayed. 
For when I ask for something,
It always is a maybe. 
I hate him; 

I hate him, so~ so much. 
For he gets everything 

and I get just this much!