All Grown Up
INSPIRATION STRUCK! In a poetic form, I grant you, but personally I'm really happy with it.
Disclaimer: ME NO OWN.
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Your first was that boy
The boy with the addiction to the flames
Thank god that he got away
But the hatred danced all over his face
The child with no talents, it seemed
Forever labelled 'stupid', 'idiot' and 'freak'
Punching and hitting because the hurt won't end
The boy who walks alone without friends
The middle child, the clever one
Holding the family together really isn't fun
Can't do anything, they're breathing down your neck
Sometimes you wonder if it would be easier being dead
You think he's so cute, so sweet, so kind
But it's just an act, to keep him safe, lies
Try to hold his hand but there's nothing left to hold
He's run away before, searching for hidden gold
The would-be-murderer,
Only a small child, no one knows how he'll turn out
But with your method of parenting
He could never turn around
The sixth mistake, laid to rest
Long before her time
The one you always wanted
Your first and last and only female child
So hold your breath
Hold your heart
I'll watch you fill the cursed cup of luck
These are your children, Lois:
All Grown Up.
