Everyday there's always the acts,
But not most know the real facts.
You always think you're the right one,
And that us children don't deserve fun.
You seem so gentle, so nice so true,
When outside interacting, that's all you do.
Why don't you come out with it and say,
You hate your children you yell at them everyday.
Two daughters stay together,
Wondering if she'll hate them forever.
One starts thinks she's unwanted in life,
Refrains herself from the blade of a knife.
Oldest is always the one blamed,
Nothing seems to matter.
Not even the fact that she was named,
All around her, the world shatters.
Mother doesn't understand what they go though,
Always thinking she's the one in pain,
She doesn't even have a clue.
Daughters aren't old enough but still have to deal with the strain.
