I am always isolated from the rest of the family. I don't want to play with my siblings. Besides, I don't have f

riends contrary to them. The other children that I met were all afraid of me.

If only he could be missing me

All he would have to do
Would be to call me
To call me
Where does my life come from
Certainly not from heaven

Telling him about my childhood
His absence
Everyday
How can I break this silence
Surrounding him?

As true as I talk to him from afar
I'm learning to cut my teeth on my own
As true as I keep on thinking about it
If only he could be missing me

Will he get in touch with me?
Lack of love isn't a crime
I have but one request to him
If only he could be missing me

I'd just tell you that
Apart from that
Everything's fine
Apart from a father
I don't need anything
I live in another world
Everytday I'm holding on
I will break this silence
Surrounding him

As true as I talk to him from afar
I'm learning to cut my teeth on my own
As true as I keep on thinking about it
If only he could be missing me

Will he get in touch with me?
Lack of love isn't a crime
I have but one request to him
If only he could be missing me

Will he get in touch with me?
Lack of love isn't a crime
I have but one request to him
If only...
He could be missing me...

Dear diary,

I have to admit that I have a strange relationship with my mother: Harriet. Indeed I can't say that I am really close to her, she says that I am made from " a different substance" which is according to me, not something normal for a mother. I am sometimes jealous of my siblings because she doesn't rejects them as she does with me. Furthermore, she told me that my name " Ben" means "son of my sorrow". This is maybe the explanation of her behaviour towards me...