My little had feelings today,
Yesterday, today, tomorrow Volatile, difficult ones
I could have put her on drugs to calm her
So I wouldn’t have to deal with them
If she realized what I was doing,
She might resent me
If she resented me,
She might not talk to me once she’s old enough to leave.
She might, or she might not
Maybe she thinks I have no choice.
Maybe she just accepts anything I do to her
I don’t know.
All I know is the world will look the other way,
And never say a word.