Its hard now to find inspiration, and pass it on to him <br />He feels like shit, and so do I. <br /> <br />In my head and in my heart I feel them aching <br />knowing he is not faking. <br />He can’t be taking anymore shit <br />from you or anyone else for that matter. <br /> <br />I see him cry with frustration, <br />and showing the signs of stress. <br />As, his mother I want to clear up his ugly mess, and <br />What he is going through <br />I am really not sure what to do, <br />Or what is he trying to tell me. <br /> <br />No one is on either one of our sides <br />I see his inner sides ripping slowly apart. <br /> <br />Please have a heart. <br />Give a helping hand. <br />Is it something I cant within stand. <br /> <br />When I see my child is so special, <br />it seems that most don’t understand. <br /> <br />Because you don’t hear his pleas <br />You tell me he is doing fine, but I see him <br />act different when he is around me. <br /> <br />Why does this happen? What is he trying to tell me? <br />I cant let it be. <br /> I am so confused<br /><br />Pam Fraser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confused-11/
