Mom, why are people cruel to me?I have never seen so many stones in my lifeThey poked a finger at me, and at everythingWho gave them the right to blame me for uglinessMom, it's unpleasant to hear from you mateMy face is bruised from my stepfather's beatingsAnd the eldest son is not happy with the mother'Cause all your love went to your little brotherStaying in the same room with you is scary nowFor my birthday, I got a scar on my faceAnd I'm not sorry for how much, the cry from the rooms will disappearWith the stigma of a freak, I took and ran from homeThe traveling circus is my home now, remember!And to the eyeballs I am now filled with evilNothing keeps me here anymore, I'm sorry, Mom!I st