Frustration fuels my rage
Shaking the bars of my cage.
This feeling wells inside
And pushes the desire to hide.
The pusher is in my mind.
And no solace can I find.
My child refuses to see
what he is doing to me.
Resentment of his lack of care
and not caring how i fare.
This child of my womb
causes feelings of being in a tomb.
Why won't he heed me,
and act like he doesn't need me?
I fought so hard to bring him back,
and yet he makes me feel like such a hack.
I see the temptations of his father
The need to be a fuss and bother.
Simple things seem not to suit him.
The prospects i used to see now dim.
I love my child and he claims to love me
but sometimes it feels like a forgery.
He talks in ways that seem so fake
i'm not sure how much more i can take.