Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Volatile, difficult ones,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I think about what I’d do if I was her Mother,

I could put her on drugs to calm her
So I wouldn’t have to deal with them
She’d take them obediently, even when they make her sick and tired

She’d probably resent me
Just like she does her own Mother
She might not talk to me once she’s old enough to leave.
She might, or she might not

Maybe she’d think I had no choice
Maybe she’d accept anything I do to her
Like she does with her

All I know is the world will look the other way,
And never say a word.