the unknown realm of insanity
Hearing all your criticism,
How I do everything wrong…
Whats the use in trying any more,
If all I do is make you sad.
Wishing I could mean something to you,
That we could just be a family once again.
Its always my fault,
No matter what is the problem…
Your image of me,
Isn’t the thing I wish it were.
I guess I have myself to blame,
For us not loving each other.
I want a family,
That I can come home and be thankful for.
But no, when I grow up,
Im going to be a better parent then you ever were.
Im not going to make my child think she was worthless,
That she didn’t mean a thing.
Im not gonna make her cry at night,
Like you have done to me...
* A wise monkey never monkies with another monkey's monkey *
[This message has been edited by Pollita (08-28-2003 11:01 PM).]