Thin Line Between Love and Hate
Always crying, - the migraines, the tears,the whining the fighting and all of the fears.
The constant I want you, anxiety for show.
Nap time, hungry? I just don't know.
I always keep face, the Virgo you know,
but when I get frustrated,
Roger Rabbit's on the go.
I can feel the steam building,
until my face is red.
Steam just flowing out my ears,
can't control what's in my head.
No matter what the consequence,
of what is on the plate.
As a mom you must hold face,
before it is too late.
We cannot disrupt out future,
by blowing up you know.
Whether you're O'sama Ladin,
or, you're Oprah on a show.
Everyone is hiding something,
just leave their soul alone.
What matters is the giving something,
to those you do not know.
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