I cry when you abuse.
I cry when you compare.
I cry when you gloat.
I cry, I can't say a word, so I just stare.
I cry for your selfishness.
I cry for your stubborness.
I cry when you use my time,
my everything down to the dime.
I cry because I can't do anything.
I cry because I have respect.
I cry because I feel sorry.
I cry because I always worry.
I cry because I count the days.
I cry because it's still too long.
I cry because I can see the sacrifice and agony.
I cry because I always have to act so phony.
I cry because he's your son.
I cry because I love my son.
I cry because it's my life.
I cry because I AM THE MOTHER and the wife.
I count the days 'til this will end.
My heart, by then, will mend.
Monday, November 5, 2007
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