My Father and his problems

This isn't one of my best but here we go. Oh and feedback please.

I am forever in a heep of tangles.
A heep of problems that is not mine.
I am always expected to atain a solution.
For the problems that do not belong to me,
Yet always seems to bother me.
Despite my talents for invisibilty.

I always wonder why that is so
But I think I have the answer now.

I glow like the everburning sun with my kindness to help.
I sing with my ever so pure notes of trustworthiness.
I search with my all so innocent eyes for the happiness
That everyone says is in the world.

But which I now know is wrong.
Because those problems that were are not mine
Became mine when I was murdered
By the very person who said that there is happiness in the world.

For he kicked at me!
I screamed at him!
He told me she didn't love him,
I told him there's always hope.
He told me I musn't lie to him!
I told him he was the liar!
He told me to shut up!
I told him to make me!

... and so he did.
And now I lay dead on the floor of my bedroom.
Wondering if my mother shall join me soon...

I dedicate this to all the people who have been abused or have known/know people who is/was being abused.
STOP ABUSE!

You make the point clear, good job. ^^

Haha. tnx

Wow, very good cause, for this poem. I liked it a lot, nice way to add your emotion into a poem you feel strongly about, i praise you (;!

STOP ABUSE<33!

Tnx. You see I know people who used to be abused and I hate the people that did that to them.
STOP ABUSE! xP

That was really great but also very sad; you did an amazing job though! :)

I once wrote a poem about abuse, it was for a school assignment...never got that poem back though...

This one is way better than mine was though. :p

@ Kirei. tnx. I don't see abuse any other way though and I normally write sad stuff though if it had been any other it still would've been sad.
@ Zandan. Haha. I'm sure it was great. What was your mark for it?