Johnathan.

Stop yelling at him,
He doesn't understand.
Without leaving, he's in a far-away land.
He's only five,
He'll never fit in,
Just because his mother liked gin,
And all the rest.
She was crazy after he was born,
Tried to O.D. him,
He deserved the best.
Before he was born, she probably took meth.
With her, he could've been a crib death,
She might have suffocated him, or drowned him in the bath.
To think, he could've never been in my life,
At least HE never made HER his wife.
She drank, smoked, did drugs before his birth,
And now, I try to protect him, and save him from hurt.
She might be dead, she could come back
She could have gotten on the right track.
She might still be a junkie; she could still be a booze hound;
She could even be six feet underground;
I don't care if she suffers; it's what she deserves.
She ruined two lives, Jonathan's and her.
All I know is that I hate to hear him cry.
To know what he could be like when he grows up,
It really hurts…
I want him to have the life he wants,
I want him to be deaf to other's taunts.
I wish for him to be kind and gentle,
Popular, and sentimental.
That's it, it's over,
That's all I wanted to say.
I only want him to fit in, to be accepted some day.

~^~To Jonathan~^~