Reality is

I'm sitting on the stairwell,

knowing i'm going to hell.

I'm still so young,

so many words unsung.

My stomach is churning,

my body is burning.

It's just a small blip,

never again will i unzip.

I put my trust in you,

I thought we were on cue.

I'm sitting on a stairwell,

knowing i'm going to hell.

Reality is these are the modern days,

I wonder how much child support pays

As i have a blip in my belly,

it's nothing to put on telly.

How can i break the news?

My dad'll hit the brews.

My mam'll get the blues.

My sisters'll buy it shoes.

But i'm carrying a blip in my belly.

It's now the size of a berry.