A small silver tear trickles down your face,
Leaving a long black line in it's place,
Your touseled hair and mascara smears,
Show all your pain, reveal your fears,
Your angry eyes and menacing pout,
Break my heart as you scream and shout,
You glare at me and shout at mum,
Then seem to think it was so much fun,
You don't see all the pain that you cause,
in yout little battles and teenage wars.
