All Grown Up

INSPIRATION STRUCK! In a poetic form, I grant you, but personally I'm really happy with it.

Disclaimer: ME NO OWN.

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.