My little had feelings today,
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.