Mistaken

I

I am made of red hair,
Yellow suns and lawn chairs,
Sleeping cats and I don't cares,
Getting in trouble for following dares.

I am full of lying eyes,
Family dying and wondering why,
Moving houses and telling lies,
Crushing pennies on railroad ties.

I remember coming home,
People thinking I was just accident prone,
Wishing for help, saying leave me alone,
Talking to my first boyfriend on the phone.

I wish I could forget my father,
Leaving town, leaving his daughter,
Mom against the wall as he held her collar,
Being kidnapped and wishing I could call her.

I am made of so much sadness,
Heart so broken, full of madness,
Plans to run away and find Atlantis,
Trying to end my life, thinking,"Someone else can have this."