Waited Alone

I wrote this while waiting for my mom...

Waiting here alone,
for you to come home.
Cold.

You're never there,
when I need you to care...
So then why am I still here?

People watching,
staring.

Why aren’t you home yet?

Coldness creeping in,
to sin,
left bare by your thoughtlessness.

I watch your car roll in,
you see me,
and grin.

The life that I live,
leaves me unhappy,

So then,
why am I still here?